Lyrics:
worship the ground that you walk on, live by your
Every word 'cause your love is so religious
I want to thank your father for making you on that day
trying
'Cause lord I don't know why
You'd give me so much life
To live resigned to dying
I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ-like
(L-B-Dub)
(Y'all know what this is)
Only thing that keeps me up (ha), when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you, but I gotta keep mines
to keep
Don't give me your doubts
I'm over my head
And it's scaring me so
I'm in too deep
I'm in too deep
Thanks for the crash course
That
than
Mark bolman
Oh, thank you frank
And don't misspell it,
That's not marc bolan
That's mark volman
Hiya friends
I wanna welcome each and everyone
closed doors
But would it kill you to give us just
A little bit more
Retrain me
Teach me how to be
A morally upstanding
Member of society
Maybe I
one who gives up
You save me, baby
I know I don't say this enough
Thank you for loving me when you don't have to
Right by my side when I get in my
Mama, mama, you know I'm still friends with Mickey
They say that I shouldn't like him anymore, 'cause I'm all white
Well, he's allright by me
Don
fucking g tucked
Pull up, yeah we pull up lambo trucks
I don't know, I don't give a fuck
She told me my heart is cold as fuck
And its been that way, and I
보이는 그대로 있는 그대로
가다 보면 펼쳐져 무한대로
Try me, judge me
'Cause I don't give a shit
The way you look at my book cover
I ain't triggered, by all means
to keep
Don't give me your doubts
I'm over my head
And it's scaring me so...
I'm in too deep
I'm in too deep
Thanks for the crash course
That
But I wasn't blessed back in the day how I lived was stuck
Less stacks, you contest that? I don't give a fuck
I been through a lot (yeah, yeah),
high
I don't give a fuck, if ya got fire
Every now and then you chip, and you want to get Henn
But you never got a twinny-twin-twin, don't roll trees
Hey
Thanks a lot, thanks a lot
'Preciate you
I don't know who you think that I'm is
You ain't ever knew the things that I did
Now it's all fruit you
And leave you with my number
And I hope that you would call me someday
Now if you want now you can give me yours to, yeah
If you don't, well I ain't mad
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
you. Yeah, yeah
Lord, I thank you
Produced By: Mr. Cligarillo
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios, North Charles
love, so I turned my back to you, yeah, yeah
I can't give no racks to you (8)
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun
thanks for nothing
We started to fall apart, inch by inch, mile by mile
The promises you made
They don’t mean s--- to me
So, thanks for nothing
I’d give
And please don't put me on a list, ring me through
Cause I been honest and been true to you
Let's drop some luxury goods on to their heads
Give them a DVD
God
Nothing is promised don't take it for granted
Cause you could lose everything you was handed
Give people help if you got the advantage
Give people
bottoming out, but I'm not about to give up
I gotta get up, thank God I got a little girl
And I'm a responsible father, so not a lot of good
I'd be to my
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
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