Lyrics:
by debts, that I can't repay
Now I want to throw it all away
Held down by chains, put on by me
Heavenly Father, would You come and set me free
No
side tonight
Cause this is where it ends
A fallen king has no friends
Give up your arms
And lay down the fight
And throw out your heart
Into the night
road
It feels like we're moving too slow
Help me out this heavy load
Weighs down my heavy soul
I cannot live without you
Lifeless in your arms because I
I was out on the highway
And I was drinking the rain
I was watching the cars passing by
When I felt something move in my brain
I went down
bend,
Put your books away
Cause here it comes again.
Throw down a line, but hold on to the end.
Turn back the time, let us start again.
How have we
lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin', hourglass-heads niggas be wantin'
Shuttin' down your slot, time for pumpin'
Verse 1
World's spinnin' faster,
Won't see the need to slow down
Welcome disaster
With open arms, we'll closedown
Skit: 1
And he's a relatively
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser's standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
I was in your arms
Driving down the freeway
About to smoke
A tulip of fresh pseudo nugs
Reaching for the lighter
My taste buds are enticed
I'm feeling high
Please just make it stop
Please just make it stop
Shut closed the door and just throw away the key
Holding up the sky it comes crashing down
Burdened by
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
at my best
Ran up my check, ain't buy no Vettes, I'm still at war 'bout my set
I say you pussy bitches pay, we goin' to war, it won't end
Walk down
My only
Cement for all of our teeth
I'll give you myself any day
Rest your body in it, set fire to your thoughts
Let your arms down, throw your
two left feet
Hedging your bets by the skin of your teeth
You cry for humanity
A gavel comes down, a judgement passed
For reasons buried in the mud
Are
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name,
Rich bitch shit, I might throw a bag atcha'
Speakin' on my name only make it sound better
Your nigga in my DM
And he write love letters
Say that booty
they'll box you in the corner
And you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
Ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin', hourglass-heads niggas be wantin'
Shuttin' down your slot, time for pumpin'
they'll box you in the corner
and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
heard and failed
You know it's funny, I got my guns, better arm yourself
Most don't have a clue, if it goes down what to do?
Don't you know this
Designer shit, though I'm modest
Astonishing to be honest
Obama shit on my arm, a presidential
You got it?
Get your revenue popping before you
Ever do talk
Shawty, show me your thighs, don't be shy
Baby, don't ride, I'll lotion you down
Or would you rather oil me, it's smoother when you ride
Fall in my arms
your love
Lay here in my arms, let me hold you close
I'll warm your soul
Come in from the rain
Shake away all the tears you try to hide in vain
left to find
Throw out your backs and hold up your arms
As we march out the temples return to the stars
Here we are
Complicated matters in my
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