Lyrics:
I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself
What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by
removed from all those fires
As we raced each other home
And now we drink our coffee on the run
We climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters
Climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters and the sons
But here's the line that's missing
The starving children have been replaced
By
shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and I'll be back with
daughter back I mean it
Kidnapping is not in the Christmas spirit
All I want is my baby back this Christmas
All I want is my baby back this Christmas
All I
of students
For disturbing the peace
Including his own son
His daughter and his niece
And the rebel
Someone called the governor
To see what he could do
the Earl of Airlie's daughter,
And he's the blacksmith's son.
With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
hidden each silent salty tear
My sons and my daughters don't know me at all
I've dug in trenches and put up walls
I whisper I love you each night
the Indians adore us
What was mud now is a highway
Reaching wide into a prairie
Horses run cattle are grazing
You would swear it was Oklahoma
Day by
illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right, left to the jungle pioneer
See in the field my little son and daughter
Not long ago that
for turns
To see how bright the fire inside of us burns
And everybody wants to get evil tonight
But all good devils masquerade under the light
Here's
and daughter (daughter)
Should a never listened to your doctor (don't do it)
Pills got you bugged out
Feeling all numbed out
Panic when you run out
Everybody's
from my seed but her day gone come
God never like ugly plus don’t play with his son
My daughter love me infinity a continuous entity that never ends
No
and is to come
He's about to pour out His Spirit upon all sons and daughters
Prophesying with fire in His power
Spreading The Gospel preparing The way for
crash?
Knocking all Asgard to their knees.
Thor will rise, weakened, and will stagger nine steps
Collapsing to drowned in the lake of venom spewed out by
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style, go
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
cause tonight, i'm gonna see my ma cher a mi-o
pick guitar,
my kin
This has gotta end
Passion is passing by all of the passivists acting like pastors micro-aggressing no progression
Child of fake smiles been
is not a man not a wolf
call your sons and daughters
lock the doors of your houses tonight
the full moon will turn red and in the dark
you will see
I'm gonna dream tonight
Close my eyes
So strained by city lights
I am serving you cosmic realness
I am serving you
I am serving you
Scarlet letter
There was a rock, there was a rock, down by the river's end
Its where all the evenings them two would spend
They went got espoused, they were young
And I'll never let a nigga put fear in this
The man above is the only thing I fear and trust
Y'all niggas so filled with impudence so I glide by myself
ruined it with one
From your grand daughter's life I was perpetually shunned
So I
Understand
How stepping can be intimidating
Except genetics your
bunnies
The game, will put niggas in they grave
Right before they part ways, with the street
I want a son to greet, every mornin'
Daughters and more
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