Lyrics:
and frankincense
Horsemen follow my Bridegroom's white horse
All His warriors hold their swords, behold He is coming
Horsemen and my Bridegroom's white horse
All
Take your white horses
Ride them into the night
Over the hillside down the scree
To the lichen tree
Meet a man with a pitch fork who smiles He's
on the table
Ol' girl hold your horses, that just means that you better get stable
Them rich white boys of mine, they go spin the block just like a dreidel
This
I'm gonna be a real hip dad, with the guitar, black and white band photographs hung in the garage, the college friends who accidentally teach my kids
find myself in trouble will you ride in on a big white horse
Defend my honor if they're talking smack
Can I always count on you to always have my back
Django
Likened by white powder, John Stamos
Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not
Acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous
Yeah, it flows.
Underneath the city through' dirty brickwork conduits
Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall.
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
Rico's going crazy again
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts
dark by night
Summer Lightskin
Hop in the heat faster than Lil Naz on a horse
I Can't have no white legs, so you know I'm only wearing shorts
Playing
white men for their ills and not havin’ isms
Blaming white men for their ills and not havin’ isms
verse two
As we pass through life, we learn by
Out on those trails
Out 'neath that sky
Rivers of old
Still rushing by
Eagles still soar
White mountains loom
Down in those valleys
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his
He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he
He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he
Molly Brown, waits for me
In a little one-horse town
And Boley, Oklahoma
Where white folks don't come around
I'm thinkin' about you, Molly
I'm
that, and it wasn't fair
Love's taken its toll, your heart he stole
You was fooled by the face of a phoney role
But I'll take up the slack, support you,
on by her
But now she's gone and I'll never raise my face again
White horses dragged my lover from me
The clouds rushed in and drowned my sorrow
ass don't play, your ass better walk that talk
Today must be recess 'cause everything on your block getting white chalk
Pull up, let them Glocks
elastic
Still do gymnastics
If Hov's still forever young
Then I'ma somersault backwards through these chapters
Land in the soft white
Cook it 'til it's
Or I will break the tree
I'll come and go by Carterhaugh
And ask no leave at thee
He took her by the milk-white hand
And by the grass green sleeve
lain
Her skin was bare and bitten by the briars and brambles
And her hair pinned down in the soil and the rain
Said Lady Grey
"Put a halt to the horses
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