Lyrics:
but linger on this,
and now your clouds are clouding my sight.
All I want,
is to ascend you.
But your hills are steep,
and the air is thin up here.
Your golden hair soaking up the ray of sunlight
Mesmerized by the colors in your eyes
And every way you turn you've always got this sort of shine
A yeah! Bad Boy in the house for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith
To my man Don Cee Shan in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
you're all I want it's written in the skies
That you are the one
I can't help but feel my search is done
And I know that it took me so long
To say what I
Let ya hair down watch my soul glow
Pure vibes by the pound that's El Chapo
Pure light in the sound watch the rays float
My mind is still in tact
So
In the depths of a blazing sun
Blink my eyes, I know I'm done
Rays of stress burning every inch
Sunburn caused by a single flinch, flinch
High
to Australia New Zealand Japan Ireland England New York
We've been in a lot of foreign countries this year
Well one of my favorite songwriters is my brother
Inside words and I hurl away
Until the world becomes my cemetery
This ain't no Child's Play
Charles Lee Ray can't stop me
I'm made up of demon's blood
Hair long, tatted on her back
I get her a first class flight to where my show is
Smoke weed, don't smoke weed
Cash contact, get drunk
Let me hit once,
all we want to say
just to be your ray of sunshie
is to be your guided star.
this song was sang by a very old friend of mine
[Intro]
Yeahh...Yeahh
Huh..What..Yeah
Ray Cash mothafuckas, huh
This is payback man, from Cleveland to the public
They thought Cleveland was
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
home with this song
and it is called wake me up
because I was really pissed it is quite silly, bear that in mind
I should ink my skin
With your
But a rednecker can't judge
That for Billy Ray to have to deal with
Record deal, fuck college
Missed out but no pyrex
My Harley got low mileage
This
best||Love shouldn't be so hard|Love shouldn't be so hard |Love shouldn't be so hard|Hard as this||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my
strive to see
Guided solely by my spirit's own decree
No starry guide no moonlit ray
Yet through the night I press my way
With trembling steps
shoes full of sand"
And the golden rays of the sun divide
In the slanting mists of the rain
And Maggie is on the road again
"Oh I know that you were
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
sends messages)
(Of hope and we need it right now)
(This song is definitely reprehensive of that)
(It was written by Charlie Chaplin)
(And, uh, for
by that
That day I told you that was how I wanted me and my brothers to be and me and my niggas to be
And then we went to this little private party,
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
finesse is knocking at my door
I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun
And dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore
I bring the element H
close associates and friends
You know, sneak it in with they friends at the job
Happy hour at the bar while this song is in they car
And even if
The light on the skyline
Is my disappearing boat
By the last rays of the sun
It was painted in gold
As it ends the day in rest
We left the storm
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