Lyrics:
and Bryce
My groove theory is that when you too cheery
They try to bring you down to the level they at
Well when they are all unhappy, then it gets
hell I've never been so close
I don't wanna let go but I need help
Can anybody hear me, I'm hanging by a thread, shine a little light
So heaven If you
understand what you mean to me
Mean to me
Mean to me
If you wanna take this by little by little
We don't have to get caught up in the middle
I'm done fighting
off let that long hair flow
Put on Leather and lace, let that angel gown go
Sometime's a wrong, really does make a right
Be A little less heaven tonight
Crankin george straight to 11
It ain't much but if you ask me
Ya it's my little piece hick heaven
Frogs croakin' by the barbed wire fence no trespass sign
dreams fulfillin'
I'm finna make a killin'
But still I'm by that building where
These niggas try to kill 'em
Cause when he's not around is when
His niggas
in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
All sold out in heaven
No you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
All souled out, in heaven
The Bario starts two streets
means I gotta give my life
Tell me where to sign on the dotted line
Heaven, if you hear me, give me back what's mine
Tell me, Lord, where'd my little
means I gotta give my life
Tell me where to sign on the dotted line
Heaven, if you hear me, give me back what's mine
Tell me, Lord, where'd my little
Just life at its best
On that little patch of heaven
Way out west
Bees by the dozen
Are buzzin'
Real peaceful
Every bluebonnet
Doggone it
twelve, "doh", would be
Written 1-0.
Get it? That'd be swell, for multiplying by 12.
Hey little twelvetoes, I hope you're well.
Must be some
bearing fruit
Should we aku with a crew
Only a chosen few
Never been to jail freedom still I never knew
Heaven and hell been used to control a little yute
dilligence the manifestations begun
I'm a descendent from the heavens my limitations are none
My wings capadable but I'm highly flammable son
Don't test ya
(Chorus)
Cracking triple 7s of heaven
Stolen by casino progressions
Due to Benjamin obsessions
But your true fantasy's confesses
Things like skinny
Michael, way too many hanes
Can't be the shit
Surrounded by shit stains
Can't stomach me cuz I'm that pain
I'm Omari & you're seeing a Ghost, Taylor Dane
times I'm like a pottery oven
I don't want no discussion
I don't want a Robin Hood theory
Save me from the burnouts like a young Dennis Leary
I
Hey, hey! Big day, huh, bud
You guys wanna celebrate with a little, uh, something
I just did a line with a dude in the men's room, and I bet you
I had a dream I was harassed by demons
They would kiss my ass if I ever get into Heaven
Now pick a number between six and seven
Whether you're
I'm a little too high, Nado
Now I'm finna slump till tomorrow, goodbye, Nado
3:00 in the morning, look at the sky, Nado
Venus lined up with Cancer,
Yeah
Broke within
I used to be broke and sin
A bad kid by the age of ten
Nowadays I don't pretend (shh)
Circle real tight, and I don't trust
Pretty little baby, lying in a manger
Staring at the strangers
Who've come so many miles
They were told to follow
The star up in the heavens
It
a little understanding
I'm not talkin' 'bout knockin' out heaven
With whether we're wrong or we're right
I'm not talkin' 'bout hookin' up and hangin' out
Daddy stood back and scratched his head,
puzzled by the question that she had.
Yes he did. He took a little black Bible in his hand,
began to read
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