Lyrics:
to death
We need Him crucified
It's all you have to do
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
You have been brought here
Manacled, beaten by Your own people
Do You have
loving me
For setting me free and letting me be me
Thank you, thank you
For lettin' me speak my mind
And puttin' it all on the line
Through
Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real ma do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her
ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay down on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know
That's what I came fo'
Where
pull down a cloud for you
I'll circle the stars and bring you one back
I'll walk through the sun for you
'Cause there's something you do
That got me
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
Yeah
I can tell by the look in your eyes
You've been bored for a long, long time.
You need love and so do I
Let's turn it all around.
I don't want
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Job 13:22
I've been away for a little while
And I don't like where it takes me
Out of touch I'm going out
you see me gettin' fat I'm probably gettin' rich (yeah)
And you probably can see me for some crack before six
And after that it's all bricks (you
Do you know what's literally crazy?
When you messaged me, I was drivin'
And in my head, I was just like, "I need to listen to Trippie right now"
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
I'm too sexy for my love
Too sexy for my love
Love, love's going to leave me
I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich
Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens
Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your
My name ain't November
This ain't Thanksgiving
You ain't Michael Bivins
Smack it up flip it, rub it down
Do me baby, I ain't down
My name ain't 2Pac, I
bitches
They boostin' like crazy, put my fo' on 26's
You want it they can get it, they held me down for summers
It's half off on whatever, matter fact
do
I roll another one and tell that
Bitch to get a clue
It's hard for me to name all
A the places I done flew
I did it all by reppin'
Taylor Gang
and they'd
Actually written a song around this beat
And, um, it was very commercial, so they
Said: 'Here it is, you're singing this
Go and do it' so I did"
of mystery
But the mystery to me
Is the life I've lived before
And the place for me isn't history
It's with you forever more
Darlin' all I want to do is be
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
Y'all niggas still saving up
In the meanwhile all I do is waste shit
I pour that Louis XIII Black Pearl like it's water
At 22,000 a bottle I'm telling all
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin'
Scooby-Doo
An' f***ed down too
Ploy me
Don't let your punk a** try me
Gonna take more
Then you
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