Lyrics:
a jewel
Why take from Peter to go pay Paul
Some rise by sin and by virtue fall
What have you made if you gain the whole world
But sell your own soul for
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
our guide
Close your eyes
When you open them dear I'll be near by your side
So won't you close your eyes
Close your eyes
Rest your head on my
your eye
Niggas hate dre dog, so I'll die one day
But reappear like the lord on easter Sunday
Yeah, dankers going to call me puff daddy
Dippin in
Jack wanted to fly
He dreamed of spreading his wings
At school he was doing all right
Life will be good to him, it seems
Mom was busy in town
Dad,
Hear my breath (hear my)
Hear my breath (hear my)
I’m should be dead
I’m should be dead (dead dead dead)
I am Davy Jones
Won’t find my chest
Then I sit and zone
And I feel a bit alone
On my Jack Jones,
Trynna find a way out of this hole.
No one knows how I feel deep down inside,
Many nights
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
on a spliff off your high grade
My eyes are red, I been burnin', I been burnin', burn
Now where I come from burnin' weed, it is a habit
A big fat bag
Goose
Happy to chill on my jack jones I just need me a- and a juice, ay
Happy to chill on my jack jones for the weight and the cost of my backbone
Now
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
You count the days go passing by, See the hands fade before your
are always blue
One night when work was finished just after close of day
A boy said sing a song Jack it'll drive your cares away
When he began his
and no tune (twiddly-dee)
To sing in your party while you souse at the moon (oh yeah)
Lazy Sunday afternoon, I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes
Comes the Judge, Here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need
Baby, We're Gonna Die
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones and Rich Salsbury
So gimme death or gimme nothing
Point and check
Moving on, cause it's
the fire pit, young hearts are carving dreams
With nothing but the starlit sky, and the sound of rushing streams
Sally's got her eyes on Jack, they're
No need to adjust your system
This song call it Jack Herer, cause a hit strong
Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
Doubt me get in
and the sunrise
Do it by yourself if you want it done right
I don't see me losing in any scenario
clways make it out alive like Indiana Jones
I don't need your
Close to you baby,
I don't know what to say or do.
I want to get
Close to you baby like the sight of your eye?
Close to you baby like the heat
disgusting
I'm rushing like I'm Aaron Jones
Hit me on the phone, yeah I'm home alone
Why, tryin' to bone
Watch your tone
She say that she coming over and that
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
eyes!) Rise, yes I come to (Sterilize)
Mr. Parasite, I got your big surprise
Mad effective as you vision my perspective, hot shot
Look at what you got,
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