Lyrics:
get this....most of the song's written, get to Jersey, boom!
Oh, by the way, when we first arrived in Jersey, the first place we went to was a place
homicidal, that could dare to be done
There's no survival, now who care to be next?
(If you don't know me by now)
Know where the borough is, doing it for
seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's
MC epitome, but these ducka sucka muthaf**kas trying to get rid of me
But if you decipher my lyrics,
A
Was all that he had left
"I can see you make the music
D E
'Cause you carry a guitar
A
God help the troubadour
F
you say
All I hear are the tom tom drums
There's a drive by the lake
Where the fields get white
With the smell of the drum
Through the lights
alright if you leave with my friend
Tom's diner! Tom's diner! That was her ringtone
I know her number by heart, but promise! I won't call
One liners, one
(Worthy) I'll exalt You evermore and sing (Worthy)
Written by: Graydon Scholtz, Tom Paxton & Hilton Greig
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
speak what's true
You say you don't, but I know you do
Come on up to my room
We'll undress by the light of the moon
Lay down and I'll caress that butt
Uh
I've been going hard on the boulevard
Bully bars, pimp star sling blade like Billy Bob
Really squad, shout to P and Havoc we really Mobb
Palm
Next to me, cus when these fuck n*****
Start acting real green, Im clutching
On my stick that's by any means
I know I was born a F****** rockstar
I
God, You Are
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
F/A-Cm7-Eb-Bb
F/A-Cm7-Eb-Bb
Oh, oh, ooh
(repeat)
F/A Cm7
I’ve been
And sing this sleighing song
Just bet a bob-tailed bay
Two-forty as his speed
Hitch him to an open sleigh
And, crack, you'll take the lead
Ah, December, my favorite time of year
And I think you all know why, ho, ho, ho
But here
Let me explain it to you with a song
It's that wonderful,
to know me
I need that full metal jacket like Tom Hanks
Banks to chips B.I. pack the clips
Junior M.A.F.I.A. sticks
Any nigga try-na disrespect who I be
this depression
New ghosts of Tom Joad
New dust bowl blues, back to fake jewels
So I drop jewels to inform the fooled
Clock tickin' three songs a
Day
a one-horse open sleigh.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay
did you give me this tragedy? (Tragedy)
From ”Great expectations” to black reality
I'm colored by Tim, and the songs of Tom (Songs of Tom)
Big eyes
And sing this sleighing song.
Just bet a bob-tailed bay,
Two-forty as his speed,
Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack!
You'll take the lead.
or when i'm riding on a horse
I need another country song
Ooooh ooooh another country song
Ooooh ooooh another country song
I like to smoke a j to bob
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
YOU WANNA PLAY SOME BLUEGRASS SONGS
[F] [G]
JUST DON'T BRING ANYONE ALONG
[C]
TO TRY AND TEACH ME
even doing wrong by usin this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
You know y'all going to mess around and complain about slavery that was
the droptoptike
On the four wing island
By the port just vibing
Outsider
Never alone
Cause the sauce is vibrant
Breaking all moulds that you hold in silence
My
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