Lyrics:
I'll be your winter
Storm in the desert
We'll last forever
Center of the room ignites
It glows
I can feel it
It's the pressure deep in me
Like
on the beat
Mmm I can’t feel no better
No go dey check am
Balling like I’m David Bechkam
No go dey check am
My current location your center
No go dey check am
the center
Of a flower I remember
Of a flower that surrenders
Sparks like Jesus
Down a solid dead ground
In the burning of the sunlight
That's no lie
Under
a audience, let's bring him out to center stage
Mini Draco with the seizure light this bitch look like a rave
This that trap or die, I plan to take this money
Leaves falling, this autumn, I'm calling off
Dead limbs shotgunned, we sawed them off
Past tense, my body knew all the knots
Still got a few in
center stage these bitches hate you
Cause the only time you move is when the bank move
Verse 2- (Trev Rich)
Dead stock bottom of my shoes still clean
last through the click like Ebola on the tip
Atop of the highest mountain, the epic center of rap
They yell, "Wu forever across the map"
No
She's disappearing from the inside out
Her guts are fading
She left her soul on the center console
So she went back, to break it
So take it smash it
you know, "I don't believe this, this isn't real"
And just as I said that, this guy in the glider
Was coming right through the center of town
And he
the liar in your bed
I'll be the suck for your solution
Tell me that your sex isn´t dead.
Dead.
Your sex is dead.
I've suffered for you.
I've
The President woke and he called the Pope
The Pope climbed to heaven on a golden rope
P.S. the Lord raised Michelangelo from the dead
So he can
the rent
Imagine no possessions from a mansion on the beach
So easy for a billionaire to tell me Let It Be
Taking center-stage
I'm a rebel paradox
Cuz if I'm
Hey this life is never fair
The angels that you need are never there
But sometimes he comes to me
In the dead of winter, dead of night
He's all that
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
To the center of the earth
Or anywhere God decides
Full of fever pulling forth
We hear our call as all
To the center of the earth
As if
I must see her in my eyes
She's drift'inside my head
She won't let go tonight
I think she know's I'm dead
I see her in my eyes
She's drift'inside my
a faint echo of a song between the center of the earth
And the dirt beneath my feet
It calls your name, come with me, I am the way
Everything is slowing
like hold up, check this throw
Ay like hold up watch me throw
My heart it cold
Frozen to the center like a glacier in the snow
She say she like how I
insane
Hackin my, Hackin my, Hackin my Hackin my membrane
They're eatin they're eatin They're eatin away
To the center, center, center of my mind
But I'ma
Valentine in the center
You say you love me but you don't remember my name
You cause me pain
All girls are the same it's a dead-end
It's a dead
Not much older, played as kids
Doesn't matter what we did
Maybe brothers, maybe friends
Who remembers, who pretends
Maybe soon you'll be dead, are
down to Indiana youth center quickly
Tyson's money ain't as free as junior Kennedy's
Dead Yankee dead Yankee dead Yankee drawl
To the center of the earth
Or anywhere God decides
Full of fever pulling forth
We hear our call as all
To the center of the earth
As if written in
to see it all go down
Standing room only all the world will attend
Front row center to the ultimate end
Mankind constantly parading its flaws
Tangled in
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