Lyrics:
of four
For a thousand years
And a thousand more
O' Madeline
Don't you feel alone
You were never on your own
We will miss you too
So why the hell should you
for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount I'm fixed upon it,
mount of thy
niggas Backin' me up We were Givin' the story, dog, but We didn't
Make it Bet your last dollar You end up with a tight
Lace in it A jack for the Whole
I grew up with concrete and city lights
Always had the radio right by my side
Heard that old guitar playing Sweet Child O' Mine
Everything felt right
and for my folks I mad a-love
Keep your eyes on the prize and you'll rise above
And yo Shabazz, make sure you sing it loud enough
Peacein out
thought of before him
With two hundred thousand men for the Rebel slaughter pen
And the blessed Union flag waving o'er him
But he met a fire like hell,
you all alone
I'm beyond words, tongue-tied and all
I'm so in love, I fell for you
Right from the start
O what a memory to keep in our life, my love
tongue a reed
Human beings are instruments, nigga sing
My nina sing
While niggas dance
Nigga dance for your niggatry
We used to hang
Offa Vance was
don't do drugs
But I do like hugs
I love having fun
By lickin' some tongues
I don't want no scrubs
But maybe I'm yours
If you give some good valuable
suffered long
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
And man, at war with man hears not
The love song which they bring
O hush
heel, so don't you ever cry for me,
I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come,
Take a ride through the country.
Up, dressed, and gone by
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise
The glories of
My God and King
The triumphs of his grace
My gracious Master and my God
Losing a son i'm done with you dirtbags you
Gone sing for the State
And tell ya shorty she a thot
And to bring me a plate, stupid
You nothing you nothing
thriller night
And no one's gonna save you
From the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller thriller night
You're fighting for your life
Inside a killer
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
Cherry wooden nickels on his specs for the ferrymen
X, o, zodiac a pentagram expo
Pet cemetery in electric fresco
Abaddon threshold flesh-forged in
a little mercy on me
Run away and hide
When I sleep the angels sing
But I cannot hear a thing
Eyes close
Dreaming of the better days gone by
When I
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some
Hea-a-art
Trying to fall apa-a-art
Just trying to sing a song
For her to sing along
'til you to can fly
And leave your past
Am I trying to forget you
death'll be the penalty
Uhh, and for my folks I mad a-love
Keep your eyes on the prize and you'll rise above
And yo Shabazz, make sure you sing it loud
Were creation suddenly articulate
With a thousand tongues to lift one cry
From north to south and east to west
We'd hear Christ be magnified
10 O God, declare their guilt; let them
By their own schemes be caught.
Expel them from your presence, LORD,
For in committing many sins
Rebellion they
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