Lyrics:
out to be twins so really it was two sons
Where the fuck you think this comes from? My cum duh!!!
Oh but there’s a chance they weren’t mine huh?
along
This song
Ever met a bard before
They used to put us out in front armies
We weren't the ones carrying weapons
That's not our thing
We'll inspire you
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
farm
I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
I'm going to try an' get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
farm
I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
I'm going to try an' get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
farm
I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
I'm going to try an' get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
from a lover
Beside my brother
S-see-O-T
I just laughed
'Cause no one can defeat me
This selection number two
Is "My Philosophy"
Number one
a lover
Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T
I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"
Number one, was "Poetry" you
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
thousand Yankees on the road to camp below Greentown,
Two Generals, Artillery and Company of horse,
With many rank and file afoot, they were a mighty
dissipate
And hate abate for those eight hours
Just imagine how much longer
We can keep him on the run by joining ours
Now sing
The LORD is my shepherd; I
Music is our one romance, yeah
May I have this dance?
Give it a chance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play
of concentration
It was either that or lands hard fought maintained and protected by Nations
A reservation is a nation
Beyond concentration camp blues
These are
tell just by our slang
Native print and skinny pants
Young Americana
Two Cs on my frame, eating pasta with my team
I rock old Chanel, old Chanel
I rock
the scripture, it's never read
Whoever said this underground hip-hop shit is dead
Must have fallen on his head
Spent my lifetime buildin
Writin rhymes I remind
The Rock does
Blood, Cuhs, it's all in the same gang
Just brothers in different colors, we need to change things
And this is Strange gang, talking 'bout
over here, baby)
Are you feelin' me?
Let's do somethin'
Let's make a bet
'Cause I-I bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
Aiight look...
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see
wet concrete
Though song street
This is not more wet concrete the soul
Song street now not swan concrete
Now swan song
1
2
3
Now not more raw
conversations, just us two (yeah)
My only one, side by side, how we finna be (uh huh)
Live our lives, make a whole lotta memories (a whole lotta)
When you sick, I
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
Constant
Every toc we take it from the top
It's that 1 2 3 o'clock 4 o'clock rock
Get your app open
Plot the course you gotta trot
When the mad potent drop
season, I started with a Thanksgiving song. This is the actual demo of my very first holiday song. The Thanksgiving song.
Elizabeth sings The Thanksgiving
over here, baby)
Are you feelin' me?
Let's do somethin'
Let's make a bet
'Cause I-I bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
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