Lyrics:
throw up a Roxy
Anybody buy a house, but who can buy that ass the block
Now, I wanna take this time to thank my American Express
For allowing me
Our Father, which art in heaven
I'm so grateful
Of all the beautiful things
That you are allowing me to see
Birds, Bees
The ability to do what I do
penny
pinching wiseguy style. Never allowing for the
human condition. The sin is that these guys
survive. City living heavy trouble. City living
It was I witnessing poverty
Burning bullets allowing these walls breaking
Devour these laws trying to empower me
I thought I knew the reason you
a house, but who can buy that ass the block
Now, I wanna take this time to thank my American Express
For allowing me to express my American the best
All you
Our Father, which art in heaven
I'm so grateful
Of all the beautiful things
That you are allowing me to see
Birds, bees
The ability to do
all, all the times you closed your eyes,
Allowing me to stumble or to be surprised,
By life, with all it's twists and turns.
I made mistakes, you
Thank you
First off
Thank you God for allowing me to make it to
This point thank you to my little sister for
Letting me borrow your allowance
When
found it
Ship has been sinking we
Both have been drowning
All the hatred that we been allowing
All the alcohol that we been downing
Afraid to commit but
know for allowing me to come
Back because this is one of
The important days in the year to
Me next to y'know Christmas
My mother's birthday and my
The doors are locked within, or is it from without
[Chorus]
Looking through rose-colored stained glass windows
Never allowing the world to come in
infested in nasty crevices
Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly
He and I are not the same
Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me
Look at me stressing and things
Worrying about what I cannot fix
Allowing my troubles to take over
Getting my own needle and thread
Forcing
infested in nasty crevices
Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly
He and I are not the same
Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me
I'll be your builder, skilled at the tasks you ask
I'll be you sinner baby, allowing my soul to be sold
But I'm drawing the line there woman
I
a multi-cellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!
Allowing for my strength to muster.
My
Oh I am growing tired
Of allowing you to steal
Everything I have
You're making me feel
Like I was born to service you
But I am growing by the hour
loved ones safe You know I'm grateful
For allowing my next breathe to take
I just want to say I'm grateful, I thank You
You see I can say it and you can
Thank you for making me a stronger man and something
Too many times you fucking disrespect me in front of my son
God, I want to thank you
For allowing
blood
Allowing my soul to be polluted by his evil root
And now I'm mad insane, red as ???? as I strain for my hearbeat
To thumpety-thump to pump, it might
That ain't afraid to give with their souls exposed, golden rose
You color my reality with balladry allowing me to
Me to love like a child that's free,
systems segregated
Allowing the press to be intimidated
Watching the price of everything soar
And hearing complaints ‘cause the
Rich want more? (All right)
killed John Henry,
I'm gonna leave that allowing up to you,
Well, was he killed by hard work or was he killed by bad women
Be sure that this ain't
to run
When my hatred comes to life
Condemned to fill the prophecy
Allowing no first born
Defy your morbid declaration
Leave you ripped and torn
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