Lyrics:
Seattle rain, Seattle rain
Kurt Cobain, Jimi and Layne
Seattle rain, Seattle rain
Kurt Cobain, Jimi and Layne, yo give me lane,
I need room (vroom)
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called “Nevermind”
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song
prompted this?
Western conference, logos loud, yellow jackets
Bully ball, these is Melo tactics.
You ain't gonna get your chain right, you pedal backwards
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
to express this grief.
How and what can I do.
Lena my daughter I love you
What a tragic fate!!
The promised child born dead their destiny in shambles their
Nigeria it’s not gonna work
She gave me other solutions
Like you can use what you have
To get what you want
Rawwwwww
#That Evil Child
Rawwwwwww
faith, a child was born, but no
one could be the father, except for a god.
This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or...
Another sky is
not a rat Goodz
What type of shit is that Goodz?
That's the clique you got?
It's sick to see it's not a mystery
If he a snitch or not
This bitch I got?
free.
The terrible inequalities of the peoples of this earth
Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege.
What space is there for
and put their wedding ring to shame
If this is the game, what is the goal
If this is the start, how deep is the hole
If there is a price for your soul to be
and again
And you know that it seems
That everyone around me is an intern of entering me so internally
What is this shit? And you know I'm fuckin these
bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone's blind
And where to go,
peace
We got a job to do
So believe me this is more than a rap style
I'm a black man with a black woman
And I'm leading the way for the black child
What child is this
Who laid to rest
That I now find here sleeping?
Do angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?
And could this
by them boys in blue, oou
Hate to get you hopeful but this can't be what you thought it was
Keep my head up higher than these flying lies you thought
Such moments are when we
Need to solve problems, deal with
Reality, and move forward
But fear is a call to retreat and retrench
This is precisely what
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
But in the end no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
Ay, I can only do it my way, so
You can never ruin my name, no
I am the exile child, wassup!
I am the exile child, wassup!
I was raised by
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child
yo boss
We is not buddy buddy
I work hard for my checks
I don't wanna get lucky
Hush hush child
Don't cry
Hush hush child
The devil can't hear you
Hush
to a dame
All these bench niggas, bitches is skinny
I was outside, spent the blocks all night on the doors
I ain't sick till a nigga got busy
Back to back,
the snot
We run this shit, where the fuck is they talkin' bout
Shoot this bitch up, make the four-band and tape her
Gloves on tight, black mask, I ain't
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