Lyrics:
the winter
Woven, wind and wind
For all the thoughts of summer
That go with it
In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags
It is the mind that is woven
touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
The Wu rag tied around your head,
Came from rags to riches and I been chasing this check
Ain't got no time for these bitches but they be all on my neck
I dun did em I dun got em
O Appan munde aa punjabi beeba paunde full gaah
Siron sire deya bndeya ch gunje sadda naa
Sadde Rags to riches type aale beeba raah
Jithe pair paya
It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber
You the number 1 stunna
return and then outgrow
Pierce the flesh and let life water flow
The one in rags he calls them to his side
After they have all but ended night
He claims,
Now obstinate
That badge of honour has become destructive
To the parts you built all along
The weapon
A rag and cloth
The house in order
Yet
or a rag doll you can swing
You can throw your sticks and stones
I have grown a backbone
Don't worry your pretty mind
I don't wish harm on you
You can never
a pokol rág?
(Verona hercege)
Egy õrült világ!
Hiába kérés, könyörgés, hiába súlyos büntetés!
Mindent megteszek, de itt már semmi nem segít!
( Hook )
I been spending my time crying
Sick of being on the sidelines
Ima protagonist
Going from rags to riches
I been in a dark zone in my
the afternoon
Mornings that bear headaches and chills
The mouthpiece used to whistle the night before
I cower, magnificent in my rags
And I say, let us do it all
a plaque
I went from rags to riches from riches to rags
From washing dirty dishes to getting a bag
But Still they wanna hate I don't understand
Judging from
That flag became a rag to wipe
The blood spilled on the rug
They're yelling chug
They're yelling chug
They're yelling gun
They're yelling gun
So run, so
on the border
Ain't no rags or bones on the border
Ain't no telephone on the border
Ain't no end of life, ain't no Cadillac on the border
Ain't no Friday night
not a game
I came from rags to riches
I get the money I add the digits
I came up from nothing
Im lavish living
When I walk in the store
Ain't no stylist
It's too many hoes to call
Too many hoes I want
Too many bags to get in
I went from rags to riches
I need a boat and car
I need a loading dock
I
Pink dye.
Red faced lies.
Find my eyes
In bags.
My hands tied.
Worded rags.
Take me
Over to your pad
cnd breath and gag
Your truths inside
get it
Young nigga done went from rags
To riches
Yeah
Splurging in neimans
Yeah my money different
Covid-19 man i’m sick with this shit
Lights done went
Flipping we in public feel my rags that i threw
Goin full on hundred like just a few
Act like you dont understand i just fused
Fuck the ops stay
Hum hai purab ke sooraj apne
Rag rag me hai fann
Sar pe gamchha poore bhaukali
Aur baatein apni bammm
Rakhte mirzapuri bagal me chhuri
Dedh hazaari
in my hands,
weak my body's frame,
Weary and lame, with reason am sad
Just a pitiful rag of an old man.
Truth spoke great Fionn in wrath:
Thou shalt
come from rags to riches
I got the baddest bitches
Straight from the mud the trenches
Can't show no love we winning
Answer the phone it's emergency
I'm
best basis
Maybe this is a cycle
Time is of a wasted essence
Show me your trusting patience
Godplay Extraordinary
Dragging along your rag doll moments
racks to the face
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
(Hook)
I jumped from rags to riches
I get the baddest bitches yeah
Look
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