Lyrics:
Sika no y3 wor n'adaka, na y3 live chakachaka
Y3 Sa, Masa
3n3 asuo Deefuo me y3 winner
3n3 y3 tutu kwan te s3 caterpillar
Y3 Y3 b3 twi bi
Obaa a wor si
starting something Get out the booth
And lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for
She made me a mixed tape
Why didn't she say she had to go
Day after day I listened to those tunes
3AM's lonely
Sunrise comes too soon
Matchbox
made him
And it's what made the children of today
After twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any
of waiting
And crying
And I can no longer stand
My solitude
Still I keep loving you
And in loving you I am going crazy
And little by little
I am forgetting
are the liiiight
The calm in the day
Senior year abroad I ripped
The pea out of the pod
In store for three months
Of exile in spain
Where was
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
overcome by pain
My love for you remains the same
The loneliness is setting in
I have no one to free my sins
It's never too late
To live your
rock, rock) [Repeat: x3]
I rock therefore I am (Rock) [Repeat: x3]
I rock therefore I am, yeah
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock,
investigate
By then
I expect you'll have hundreds more
For them to choose from
I raised you the best I knew how
Gave you a live better than
My own
You had it
the fence
So I ran to my room and reached for the 4 fifth
Then I seen three niggas by my back door
Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
So I
alone for a while i'll find the door
See me there after summer
Flowers graveyards beer
Walking home
Twenty three
Twenty three
This summer
future at all
Don't sweat it, that's where I am, whoa, carry me down, down, down, down
By that night, news of Palmer's death had traveled back
If you know what I mean
Some call it love but not me
Some call it love
I call it by its proper name
Emotion forty three
Emotion forty three
is washing
wires
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry
Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed
(chorus) {3:20}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs
man
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed.
Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard,
he be, and I am who I am
Or Jay is just the DJ cuttin' for the two
And it's the three of us, baby and we're doin' the do
Five plus five, equal
that in a minute
We about to shatter the critics
I am a savage, admit it
A lot of baggage I live in
That's why the passion is different
Really don't
live enough, many lives I've touched
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit
Wearin'
baseball
Here i am behind in the night
The count 's 3 and 2
End the game like Beethoven's NINTH
Is what I must do
So now that we're here
Alone in the dark
Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
She's got an eighty-three two eighty z, just twenty three
Lives on 42nd street, Paris, Tennessee
Exactly nine hundred twenty four feet from her
can't live a (lie)
'Cause I'm certain how I feel about you
But if you tell me (I) am the one and this is (right)
We can spend the night tonight like
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