Lyrics:
of your hair
Stars stand against the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands
They tried to sew you a pure white dress
Got tied up in
give a bone
Weed rolled up like a stone
They be calling up my phone
So i gotta put these bitches on hold
A baller like Spalding
Was walking while you
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
I'm high up with my brudda
Refusing to chill in gutters
Making
outta Seoul
You start the tripping, lift the bitch outta your soul
Niggas thought they had a chick until they seen the insta-stories
The streets are
Seoul
You start the tripping, lift the bitch outta your soul
Niggas thought they had a chick until they seen the insta stories
The streets are vicious
motherfucker up to space
Yeah, the ceiling was the target, but then we said fuck it and shot through it anyway
Keep it together and God will give you the peace
only so much I can do
Within my own wellbeing
I'll try to lift you up
But I can't hold you there
What'll happen if I leave
And just disappear
I may be in
*
You have a light inside
You can see the real me
You are a friend in disguise
You lift me up higher so I can fly
As the day goes by
You give all
my brudda beat I gotta go in
Prp shit we ain't come here for bullshit
Put one in his back nigga don't even try to lift
Ion feel that it's right you
whatever
Hands up in the air if you dare we don't care
If it brings you to your knees it's alright by me
Love will find you still it's in His will for
I feel like I should warn you, caution and inform you
Body is all black and blue, face a deathly greyish hue
Workin’ on a quart of brown, one turned
speakin' up
Hoover probably would've screamed Communist
I want black and brown unity
But cats get out to bring the jail to the community
Fightin's nothin'
breakin' free (oh)
Can you feel it building
Like a wave the ocean just can't control
Connected by a feeling
Ooh, in our very souls (very soul, ooh)
That's him in the corner of social oblivion
Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom
That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges
Buried in
fuck your Subaru, I have a horse outside
and fuck your Mitsubishi, I've a horse outside
if you're lookin for a ride I've a horse outside
Giddy up now
change
You know, I think that we should try
Just know my thoughts are with you tonight
Your still beating shadow cozied
Up to the dog
With the light
Hail Mary touchdown
Caught it, don't know how
Felt something lift you up a little bit higher
Six for the win
And the crowd goes wild
Ain't
By B. Brown/W. Johnson
I've been around the world
A couple of times or maybe more
I've seen the sights, I've had delights
On every foreign
the hunt pursues we ain't on the Onion News
I don't run from the problems I start [?]
We wet you up, no lifeguard on duty
Then I'm a bar or a movie
Then
Comes a time
You feel him pass you by
Witness the pain that it leaves behind
The shadow grows darker,
and weakens the soul
it takes you away
I bet you'd never loved a man like Him
Ooh, Magdalene
Did it shake you to the core
Did it lift you from the dark
When He opened up the door
Drifting all around, without a course or a cause
By definition, I’m lost
But I can feel myself slipping,
Everything so fucking distant,
In a New York
soil
Now anyways,
Hundreds of magnificent miles
Only broken by Buddha mountains
Though it would have went on forever
And indeed it does in rainbow glory
& punish big poppa/ ova da stove watc Me pop like a drop it/ mix matchin designer/ u woulda thought I had a stylist/ I dress up lil groove a foo w/ da sa
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