Lyrics:
his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin' eastward to the sea
There's a Burma broad a settin and I know she thinks of me
For the wind is in those palm
shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Or V6?)
Lil' bitch done seen
By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin' eastward to the sea
There's a Burma broad a settin and I know she thinks of me
For the wind is in those palm
By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin' eastward to the sea
There's a Burma broad a settin and I know she thinks of me
For the wind is in those palm
so glad that I believe that God has plans for me
Mama told me it will happen, you'll see
Yeah, yeah
Time for you to raise up
Time for you to get
that)
Now the bags come in by the max
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
heart is free, no chains on me
God, You raise me up, up from the grave
The cross before, I'm on my way
My heart is free, no chains on me
Now is the time
once said
"One bad seed kills the garden"
"One less temptress
One less dagger to sharpen"
Locked me up in towers
But I'd visit in your dreams
a heart for the hopeless, reaching
The places unspoken, move me Lord
Raise up, a desperate people, leading
The lost and feeble, use me Lord
Use me Lord
raise hell
We gonna fight you, brother
Raise hell
Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story (hear me, hear
raise hell
We gonna fight you, brother
Raise hell
Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story (hear me, hear
Before the parade passes by
Look at the crowd up ahead
Listen and hear that brass harmony growing
Look at the crowd up ahead
Pardon me if my old
we're apart
We will raise the red, white and blue
When I stand alone
Without you by my side
I think of all that you stand for
It fills me up with
Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Nothing shocks me more than that old clown
Some of you
his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
me, I don't need you, lil' nigga
Bitch, is you fucking yo' niggas? Then hit 'em
You ain't been up in no pussy this tight
I want a nigga, I know how
The blues will slumber
We'll have their number
Let's kiss and make up
Come on, let's wake up
For I need you and you need me
Let's kiss and make up
No
And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me
But maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up
And would you ever feel guilty
If you did
by noon and beer before that
Southbound train on a hellbound track
Might just put two middle fingers up and throw one back
For all the people who
know
She tried to be a good girl and a good wife
Raise a good family
Lead a good life
It's not good enough
She got herself up on the forty-eighth
Here we go...
C'mon...
I was raised on the west side Shanty Town
I didn't get up 'til the sun went down
When your backs against the wall you better
Thankfully I
Woke up in time
Guardian angel I
Sail away on an ocean
With you by my side
Orange clouds roll by
They burn into your image
know
She tried to be a good girl and a good wife
Raise a good family
Lead a good life
It's not good enough
She got herself up on the forty-eighth
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