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buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun
Yeah dunn, ain't the one to be steppin to son
I agree with slick rick, you cats is crumbs
My
the elevator
And we lay down on the pavement and it was warm and it was wonderful
It felt good to be surrounded by so many interesting neighbours
The sun was
Blinded, enraged and suffocated
My days of might will end today
Betrayed by the ones with whom I walked
Looking for means to survive and grow
tryna garner some funds-
And harm him for fun, scarrin' his lungs
They forgot-Eric Gardner had sons,
Yet the juror and the arbiter hung; pardon my tongue
Hot desert wind
Burning sand
But this land it is my land
Wait by the well
Rain don't come
River's dry
Pray for my son
I'm just one, one more
You're the son of that Indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide
By the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like
I'll just walk away
You're such a sweet mystery
I dream of that smooth skin kissed by the sun
We're just dancing around innuendos
I'm dying to lean in,
I am the beast of war, for my king
Idol of the sons of Ammon
I am the flash of red, for Moloch
Abomination of Ammon
I am the thrill of the kill, for
Fate
Somebody shot his son, he didn't make it
My head achin', hands started shakin'
Foul beyond flagrant
He said, "Bro, what I'm supposed to do?"
I
Fate
Somebody shot his son, he didn't make it
My head achin', hands started shakin'
Foul beyond flagrant
He said, "Bro, what I'm supposed to do?"
I
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "my God,
for hung juries
Strung along a song of spawning thorns of fury
Numb the anti-add-alarm before he recognized this worries me
Carpet by my spearheading
tough
With my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp, back in '86
Then I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "my God,
be ashes by the dawn
Your Beatles, my Stones, your My Aim Is True
Staying up late every night
With your cigarettes, Jim Beam, gallon of gasoline
But I know, in my heart, this burning sun, may bring you back
Yes I know, in my heart, this burning sun, may bring you back
I was always running from
know Christ, He made the sun
And God saw it was good because His Son made the sun
Aint not horoscope Horus
YHWY made the sun
By way of His Son
Before
All I really want
Is sex in the morning, sun
And confidence
Maybe some caffeine and compliments
Cause I'm
Easy going son
Just always on the run
SHE JUST MY TYPE.
I BEEN HERE IN THE CLUB cLL NIGHT CcUSE POURING UP DRINKS IS WHcT SHE LIKES.
SITTING cT MY SECTION BEING BLINDED BY LIGHTS. 1 DRINK, 2
You know that I've been sun kissed
Baby, by you
I'll let this memory burn into my skin
You know that I've been sun kissed
Baby, by you
I'll let you
with the bullet
Came through the door, tripping but never lost his footing
I put in the revolutions around the sun
And always put my foot in the crevices
the mornin'
You know, I dig this mornin'
The sun is shinin' bright
I'm gonna get outside
Gonna wash my face
Grab my hat
Put it on my head
I take a walk downtown
blinded by the rising sun
And when it fucking sets
I won't be waiting on
No motherfucking rising son
Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross
Burning
moving around
Their bodies reflecting on the ground
The black sun gathers its sons
It is the natural blackout
There's a black sun burning outside
c black
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