Lyrics:
on, holdin' on
The storm consumes all the sun and moon fall
When you saw the mega morion dregorian Jet and are you Paul's
Extreme case of blue
I would never find another like you
I hope you ain't wrong cause
The lights are on but nobody's home
Moonstruck trading your broom for a Mercedes
leaves a tattoo on the grassroots
I stay true
To the views you imbued
No matter how many rings our family jumps through
We are glued by your bonds
it's goin' down
I heard you talking for no reason when I ain't around
I ain't trippin', though your actions are intentional
Never one to mention,
of these cuffs
Why are you exactly my type
Whys the lock i placed on my heart not secured too tight
Feel the metal melt off when you calling my line
That's
the old man: "You are right.
I won't gainsay it. God forbid, I won't even try".
They were still outside, surrounded by the white.
"She died a woman
cares about the things you go through
You'll never make it if by now you haven't broke through
So now you blame this wasted time on the old you
You
that I feel
Me and my brothers took our sister Diane
Down to the funeral home to see the old man
Jimmy was the oldest and Diane she was the youngest one
waves out back
From the bottom to the top
And wind back down again
That's how you go
In the old black pyramid
Passing hammers on the banners
That are
If I hop off this cliff is it suicide, yeah
If I hop off this cliff, is it suicide?
Like my boy Juice said is it you or I?
Before I take my life,
I ain't tripping, I ain't saying it's wrong
But, it's some other shit, we can be on
Gangster raise hell
Yeah
The old people that's where you get
hundred racks under my pillow
Different styles, I'm so versatile, nigga you know like I know
Jimmy, Li'l Swae, hoes on the chase
Cash in the air make her
much money that I don't need a hoe
You can break yourself but you can't break me
You never met a player like $hort, baby
I knew a dick sucker named
much money that I don't need a hoe
You can break yourself but you can't break me
You never met a player like $hort, baby
I knew a dick sucker named
of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far?
'Cleaning Out My Closet' and all them other songs
But regardless I don't hate you 'cause, ma
of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far?
'Cleaning Out My Closet' and all them other songs
But regardless I don't hate you 'cause, ma
it’s always spring, but never summer
You’re getting too old for this shit
If you sit around, waitin’ for fate to come a callin’
You’re getting too old
young
When I was your age, my husband used to kiss with tongue
Too loud, too late
And your songs are kind of lame
I can never get no sleep, and you boys
he owes ya
Two kids sittin' by an old tree
Mama's made us all dinner I can hear her calling me
Don't you give me no guff kid you can't fool me
Thought
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
wanger.
the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the bigger it is the more power it packs
Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear dick
out
It took over my life
An addiction a drug withdrawal symptoms that hurt too much
I guess I relied on you to stabilise myself
Sitting at home
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me, people?
Are you listening to me?
Hey, tell me true one time
And at this time, ladies and gentlemen
was gone from the start
I've stopped praying on wells, and wishing on the stars
Am I gone too far?
You fuckin piece shit
You fuckin worthless prick
You
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