Lyrics:
And I'm a real rockstar
Feel like Mumford and Sons
Went to catholic school just so I could f*** all the nuns
I got that shit by the pound I got that shit by
simplest
I swear it gets sour, no licorice, I enter the abyss, leave penniless
The abyss more than a deep space of comfort, in a cave found sons no mumford
I
I still read myself in Basket Case
And Welcome to the NHK
I'm a singer looking for redemption and love
Just like Mumford and his sons
You can blame me
can't live a life where I've always got Comfort
All these lil boys are my sons, no Mumford, i'll hit a lil move quick on em like Shumpert
Pump fake
now it's Blastmaster KRS-One
When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done
Pray to my father cause yes me are the son
Cause you are the guide
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me,
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
love so far away
Do you think of me I think of you
A rose bloomed out a broken home
Forgiveness reigns from all my soul
I'm alive live live live live
Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs
The night is young old jams playing in my home
You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes
Especially
Son of God
Emini Son of God
Son of God
Emini Son of God
Son of God
Emini Son of God
Son of God
Emini Son of God
This is the man I’ve become
I live
SKEETER:
Sweep the leg!
UNCLE WALTER:
...screamed Skeeter Cabbagefoot as he interrupted the dance party by delivering an unlikely haymaker to the founding
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Liberated
Set free by royal blood
Celebrated
He sees you as his son
And he runs to hold you in his arms
It was the heart of God
On the scarlet sacred
Aaah ehh aahh hahn eyeah ehh oh oh oh
Don't you wanna dance
Don't you wanna praise
Ehh eyeah ehh oh oh oh
I just wanna dance dance
I just wanna
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
Let's dance in style
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you
Beyond Trayvon he lives in a song
(Some of those children are small)
(Little kids hopin' up beyond sixteen)
Beyond Trayvon he lives in a song
Save our sons
eyes
All I see is blinding light
I want you to live your life
How it was designed
So will you take My hand, as we walk in the sand
Oh will you dance with
free free
Yeah
I wanna dance and sing
All to You my King
I wanna dance and sing
Give You my everything
God is good
So Imma turn up now
Even if it's by
me singing not by power not by might
By the Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Yeah you know the vibe
Yeah yeah
Huh huh huh!
Get up on your feet and dance
Yeah
the like
Baddy on the Gram
Everybody feel her vibe
And I like that, and I like that
She probably gon’ do a little dance for me and it go something like
Never make my enemy public
I'm a private dancer
Dancing for money
(Let's get together, let's rock!)
D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
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