Lyrics:
can't die
I will shine on the lies
They can't hide when I write
If I say I'm ready I won't claim I'm steady
I do pray my every word is turned to daring
is looking down on all, being carried by the crisp pallbearers
Like, just ball, player
You ain't even gotta pull a trigger, you can still assist
Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
Or be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em
All I ask is
at the bottom selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher honest
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
Wait a minute
Pussy nigga act tough and you know we gon slide on ya
We see the truth in ya fear we can tell by your eyes homie
What the fuck is free game
to conviction forgotten yet again surrounded by misfits getting into mischief man got to be a better plan feeling all the friction hoping I can fix it but I don't
luck
Get it and get it good, now
Yes, I know
I have so much trouble
The women that I'm lovin' is followed me all around
I can tell by her action, she
Now I'mma true believing
Christian man Wichita native
And my mind is sedated
Off of scriptural cadence
Made it no faking the patience
Waiting for
back by the railroad track
When I heard the preacher sayin'
"Betty La Rue, you know, the trouble with you
Is you never spent enough time prayin'"
Am I the kind of man
That lives by his heart
Who believes in God almighty
Not fearin' the devil or the dark
Always there when you need me to be
Hold
[Intro]
Yeah I be actin' crazy, rappin' nasty
But don't get me wrong, I got sense
I'ma thank God on this song man
This song is dedicated to all
paradise in the sky
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed
he want is the heart so I had 2 give
Gotta lead by example 2 show the way
and remember in His name when you go 2 pray
Never ever let your love just
complicated like a puzzle
Puzzle pieces and money double
?? really in trouble
I'ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots
Then get ghost by the most
I'll just keep telling them,
How selling them a brand is a band complication,
A man in a room with a survey for the station,
Trying to get it on air
Well I went for a walk down by the water Just to bury my troubles in the sand
Then I wandered up into this seaside bar, And sat down next to this old
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man´s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that´s a-weak
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
And you try to hide until the repo man come and shake up dem pockets
I'm talkin to you cause your rent is due and you ain't tryna drop it
Til the lights
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