Lyrics:
the quarry closed, he had to seek other employment
While working at a steel factory, he was involved in an accident
His job was to roll angle iron onto
is no doubt
An expression unto everyone else
Low flying perfection
Shout it out it's broken across the news
Straighten out an angle
Out of angel
Harsh words are like diamonds: they cut deep and last
Etching scars on the soul, from the pain of the past
Many minds are like angle iron, they're
they house ion see a mark
Angle iron wit the rode I miss the spark
Voices in my head saying go like Joan of Arc
Nigga
They ain gon touch or burn me tho
I
Square shapes
Iron body
Sharpest angle on the knees
Discrete
Infinite many
Inside the cage rotate or flip
All the reds burn into triangular heat
All
at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs here steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.
Is it
niggas stand at attention and stop with stupid questions
Who you testing? Iron angle off in your direction
Feel the burn after you hit, clear sign
dog, this shit in the smash
That's what you get just for thinkin' you bad
I'm writin' with reason, niggas know how I'ma keep it
Angles on iron, we
beat up da box
K Lo K mami listen
Shorty I whips it
F’Athlete ran Few Laps
The Marathon Gon Continue
i Kurt Angle hav ha tappin out
Iron-board her how I
Où nous n'irons jamais
Voler à moitié des étoiles
À vitesse idéale
Sous un angle parfait
Voler
Et s'approcher d'un ciel
Où nous n'irons jamais
a meadow filled with grain there
I'll give you a home on the range
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran
I am on the rock and then I check a stock
I have to run like a fugitive to save the life I live
I'm gonna be iron like a lion in Zion
I'm gonna
I am on the rock and then I check a stock
I have to run like a fugitive to save the life I live
I'm gonna be iron like a lion in Zion
I'm gonna
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley
I am on the rock and then I check a stock
I have to run like a fugitive to save the life I live
I'm going to be iron like a lion in Zion
I'm
Ha ha ha!
I am Iron Gland!
Ha ha ha!
Oh
Iron!
Oh ha ha ha
Ow!
Red rum, red rum!
as the chromium gleams,
On iron horse he flies, on iron horse he gladly dies
Iron horse his wife, iron horse his life
He lives his life, he's living it fast
I am iron god!
Glen
Red-rum, red-rum, red-rum
as the chromium gleams,
On iron horse he flies, on iron horse he gladly dies
Iron horse his wife, iron horse his life
He lives his life, he's living it fast
mirror
You my iron bars
When I made a shadow on my window shade
They called the police and testified
But they're like the people chained up in
What child is this laid to rest
While Mary's man is sleeping
Whom angles greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch their king
Why lies he
The rough spots
The rough spots
(Iron out) the rough spots
(Iron out) the rough spots
(Iron out) the rough spots
(Iron out) the rough spots
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