Lyrics:
I feel cold
Facing the darkness
The light's gone away
Deep in his castle he said
All land'll be mine
There's one thing for sure
The triumph
in arms
No help from the help that was written by land
Wish on a scar and get kissed by the damned
I won't relieve til that door is a slam
And that
hit the land
But I will walk on until I can no longer stand
And I'll take you by the hand and we'll
Live every moment
Love every day
'Cause
In a little girl's land I played in the sand
Alone in my little girl's way
Till a face at the fence
Where the child in the sand
Stopped to stare
finally quiet
Or does their last heartbeat echo till they're gold
Crash land, resist, re-define a dire need
Crash land, in this unassuming reality
Far beyond the
Shrouded hours of dawn
Through the mist
Of daybreak I was borne
But the day was
Clouded still by night
Leaving me in the land of no
of this country's broken
The land is cracked and the land is sore
Farmers are hanging on by their fingertips
We cursed and stumbled across that shore
space till brought up by my harness trace
Give up give up there's no point in going on
Three weeks I staggered on across the ice
Then a cairn of snow by
beaming,
With glowing hearts
By His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star
Sweetly gleaming,
Here came the wise men
From Orient land.
The King
beaming,
With glowing hearts
By His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star
Sweetly gleaming,
Here came the wise men
From Orient land.
The King
That ain’t true. I’m the rubber and the glue.
The good it bounces off of me and lands on top of you.
I soak up all the bad and keep it covered till I do.
M or W?
I don’t know, bitch, spin the racquet, see what happens
Tell me I suck at tennis, fine I’ll just rap then
Bout the, white lies told by my
mean, I'm
Speaking to you
I mean, I've
Got Nothing to prove
I mean, I
Shoot for the stars and land on the moon
Surrounded by bars like an animal
GOAT
freedom
Been alive for twentyeight so I really don't believe him
Land of the free I don't think I've ever seen it
And I got a brother with no paper with
worry, I always leave a tip
No hypocrites here, that type of shit will make you sick
These narcissistic bar tard party hard kids
Carve they arms till they
off straight through the ceiling
Like yeah, I'm in the building, aye
Floatin’ high like Peter Pan
Boy, I just might never land
When I touchdown
Sacrifices was made by the realest woman
I wanna tell ya I do notice the effort you put in
And know I ain’t always the child that you tried to raise
I'm looking for a friend
Send me home till the darkness comes again
In the pillows of the hopeless
Are the feathers plucked by greed
And the toil
to me yeah they better have clearance
Internet thugs they don't show their appearance
You lackin in heart I can tell by your spirit
Yeah
Hi bitch I'm
the gaping holes
In my cage
Look past my rage
Don't judge this book by the cover
Just flip, flip the page
Hold my hand, squeeze and tell me it'll be okay
I
disappoint
I should take care myself while I still got a chance
Just have fun till I go and kick the can
Take a look around and I don’t see no land
Going in
tread gentle with the deadpan
Flame with the right, get right with my left hand
Aim for the best, but I’m better when the rest lands
The dust settles
Maybe I’ll never reach the top
Even if I work hard
After all, it is a pyramid
Wait a minute, Don’t be timid
Pass your limits stay in it till you win
Run it up my nigga
Make sure you ain't show no love
Makin' dollars by myself because I'm a money fiend
I remember seeing dollars in the cul-de-sac
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