Lyrics:
foreseeing brighter tomorrows
He would live in the gym, we was living in sorrow
Total envy of him, he made his dream become a reality
Actually making it
'cause it's made by Run
It's def, you was left in a total stun
So bust a move while I prove who's number one
Got quality and skill both beyond belief
Yes, listen well
I give you
The Optimal Gem
Oh, wow
(M.A.N whistles)
This is your final briefing
Our plan depends on complete discipline and total
It’s Orbeat on the beat
Wan pee he
Yeh Yeh in the building fi le
To To Total
Money wey I gat I know no the total
To To Total
Say the money wey i get
My little girl came up to me in the kitchen this evenin'
While I was fixin' supper. And she handed me
A piece of paper she'd been writing on,
feels like we just a moment
From a total collapse
Believe it or not
Or in case you forget
The writing's on the wall
The writing's on the wall
We have
They said that she had found the love she waited for
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it
When she confronted with the writing there
Simply
Modern Romans, false gods
Colonial maneuvers, the writings on the wall
Maybe a solution working on a clue
Now we know for certain, now we know for
Amazon is just fan baiting us
To avoid all that we want to discuss
The shoddy writing and the plotted holes
Not race relations or switched gender
They said that she had found the love she waited for
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it
When she confronted with the writing there
Simply
They said that she had found the love she waited for.
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.
When she confronted with the writing there,
Simply
I've just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant;
That`s the kind I`d not employ.
Though
I am a regular, I'm a fuckin' punk
Sittin' at the corner table
Actin' like a drunk
I am unreliable, no redeeming quality
Got no good advice
Oh don't
I've Just Finished Writing An Advertisement
Calling For A Boy.
No Half-Hearted Romeo Or Flirt Is Meant
That's The Kind I'd Not Employ.
Though Anybody
My sister's little boy came in the kitchen one evening
While she was fixing supper
And he handed her a piece paper he had been writing
whatever be trending
That totals in millions
Selling to the billions
Artist get a nickel
Label gets a million
Artist get a nickel
Don’t that sound just
Looking at the street down below.
It's obvious he's got things on his mind.
He shakes his head, pulls down the blind.
He start's writing a letter,
Here I am
Writing my last song for you
Hear the words carefully
And you'll see it's you
I'm leaving
Don't want to be the one to tell you
That I can't
Writings On The Wall
Writings On The Wall
Writings On The Wall
Long time past for change to come
Voices raised we stand as one
Can't ignore
(Check it, Yeah!)
Honestly addicted to writing and making music
Mind has been conflicted I'll take it it's therapeutic
I never made a record that
All afternoon gazing at the moon
Well, I'm forgetting things before I think them
The stars are out; they're writing on my brow
Your names, your
were satisfied
To take her sister by your side
I became distressed
At your total lack of tactfulness
So at best
All I can suggest
Is that you
I'll Continue where you left off
Nothing left to say but are you really gone?
Gone?
Your cold bright eyes
Staring back at what once was
Being total
be hurtin', writing all of these songs
'Cause Wi-Fi wasn't working, last year in total
I put out two verses
But five seven figures since then,
Discuss these Total Quality Writing Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In