Lyrics:
what's the only name that stand in place?
They wanna man the wave, but only few are catching fire
Gotta preach to repent, it's goodbye
To that church full
to the casual laboring man,
Who lives where his work is, who works where he can,
To the builders and spidermen and bold engineers,
May your wages keep rising,
There's a child and children laboring
To keep their family safe
And have a better life
So they dig in the mines
With one thing in mind
The closer he
vineyard, oh yeah
Another day, you know he kept me by his side, oh yeah
He said I know just how hard you've been laboring, mm hmm
He said I want you to sit
rabbit's feet
With telescoping glances
Hands romanced enticing you to keep
Laboring against the clock in spite of secrecy
You couldn't know revealed
Pussy is power
And I chase it all by the hour
Question, what kind of madness would drive a man to the point where he sells his soul
For the finer things
I'm seeking His face every day
I know that He's the way
I serve the name above every name
He sits on the throne of grace
He is the same and will
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
misbehaving
You'll be sorry
Then the chicken-fancier came to play
With his long red beard and his sister's weird, she drives a lorry
Laughed down by
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
Can I show you a few things?
A few things, a few things, little
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
Can I show you a few things?
A few things, a few things, little
want to be ready sober and steady
Cause I know if I miss the rapture
I've missed it all
So I'm watching and praying and laboring
I want to be ready when
They all go go they all go go
Got a few hoes and they all go go
Got a few drugs and they all go go
Got a few haters and they all go go
They all go go
I'm cool
There is nothing you can do
Hey
When my words are few
Things ain't what they seem
Feeling like I'm fooling me
I know God is calling me
misbehaving
You'll be sorry
Then the chicken-fancier came to play
With his long red beard and his sister's weird, she drives a lorry
Laughed down by
They all go go they all go go
Got a few hoes and they all go go
Got a few drugs and they all go go
Got a few haters and they all go go
They all go go
me "What I do?" I
Just get to the blue (yeah)
She know grind, time to shine
So we knockin' the boots
Laboring them orange pills I'm
Enjoying
KKE
Captains camouflaged amid the laboring sea
I'd prefer to reach the discerning few
Daring minds and knowledge they must pursue
Eloping spirits their
too often
Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin
A close casket they won't show ya
When I finish, you're mama won't know ya
'Cause I'm a rip you
the scene, it's for that
I got a ghetto dream, a few licks
A few rings
I made a few flips, the money grew wingz
Squad took the chips I talk a few rings
Talk
A rumble in
The farthest east
A low hum awoke the beast
And old Kalle from his dreamless sleep
Woodcutter Kalle from his dreamless sleep
A scent
I'm off to slave quarters
With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters
Working so they can be mothers and fathers
Laboring real hard,
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
keep a few good killers
Keep a few good killers
Keep a few good killers
Yeah
I'm on top
Fuck niggas they need to stop
Run up on his ass he gonna drop
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