Lyrics:
at the foot of an open sky
Is it by faith, not time
The sun does climb
To light the path for us?
And I can embrace where I'm going
Tomorrow has already
(you're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Oh, it's the lights (you're blinded by the)
Satisfaction (you need that)
She my one and only
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck them niggas over there
I swear
She a cutie
But it's all to clear
Now I'm fucking with a supa bad b
To be the big villain his plan is pretty mild
Seems like something concocted by a child
I'll get around to stopping him in due time
But first let's
are a couple 69ing
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
Fuck yo' couch, nigga
You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle
Cause of that man
Five time champ
Had clamps
Plus fast hands
Foot work dumb
Up and und
Like a lap dance
Now
It’s evident
Kobe by far
Is the most skilled
listen to Skip
"He has booked it"
"It is over"
"Long live the new king"
"Lebron James"
is a Tay James exclusive)
Pregame master
I mastered the ground with Patron
Till I felt it in my bones
And the whites said I got the right leg
We can
things that ain't none of my biz
And just cause something looks don't really mean that it is
Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And he always lives pleasant and charmin'
recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first hardest, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the Dutch many years ago
Three billion strong and here
black, white, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through pain
When you can't think, use your soul baby
Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
the scent of slut is stuck in the coup
You gotta bleed on your period
But always shake it serious
You got hemophilia, who knew?
I didn't, but no surprise
of mediocre mode, pay for a DBA
The man with the mic goes by Famous Frank James
Dang gang, it's all cool beans
Pop two or three, A, B, C, D, E
Bitch I'm from
pass by
Now I'm feeling like shit
We move
Break the flow
Like I'm done with my piss
We all fucked up
We some fucked up kids
Better learn what it is
as gravity
life is all funny till you peep that tragedy
we all color poetry
heavy as an oak tree
by the base of the Mississippi
by the base
the sound and
I ain't playing no games
Don't mess around
She don't mess with no lames
And I'm the same
And I'm Balling just like King James
Knock you out
what I say so
I'm from where niggas
Do drive-bys in church clothes Genocide been the squad
I just lay low
Better now than never
Bout to take over
I just
Sit beside me my cursed child
Let the ball of vices begin
Blinded by almighty weakness of his dying pride
Last supper is served for you and me
Die
niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans
And a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog
Families by the truckload, feedin' them to the morgue
Full
of us, not on some of us, but on all of us. On we the people who seek a more perfect union. This is a great nation, we are good people. And over
crying?
Oh my people are suffering
While your margins are profiting
Over the people
Over the people
No more profit over the people
John James Robinson he
Randy James yeah
Foot off the dash now I'm dozing
Probably from Ibuprofen
Cause I be working in my sleep
Trying to catch up on some Z's,
I was raised by
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