Lyrics:
Everyday by my lonely
This shit a business you say that I'm Phony Then you hating on me
If you take A L put that shit on the chin
It's part of the process
each other
3:44 The record spins on a loop
And that's just how i feel
Fifty degrees, the window is open
No shoes till christmas
Long day, longer nights
teaching him his very first steps
But learned to tie his own shoes by himself
So really what's next
He graduating school or totin a tool
Smokin wit fools in
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
eat ya heart out (sucka' nigga)
I'm too advanced super swag, and my Louis pants
Falling on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag
Alright (alright)
eat ya heart out (sucka' nigga)
I'm too advanced super swag, and my Louis pants
Falling on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag
Alright (alright)
only with certified steppers
If you need you some work come to trap money records
You know for my brothers i'm stepping
I'm a demon by heart ima reverend
Can i take these home
Can i buy these shoes
Can i chill on these views
It's so cold out in these streets
Spill my heart out in these beats
Bout
presents under trees on Christmas with a message...
"Dear kids, sorry we ain't there
Left an iPhone, shoes and things for you to wear
We love you both
and the roar of a lion,
But you always had a heart as big as a house.
I.O.U. for services like, uh, short order cook, chef, baker...
For makin' sirloin out o'
(16th Killer)
I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend
what I'm trying to say...
Is I choose you
The Lovely Kiss
You give me makes my heart Explode
(We walk around Amity Square)
Put on your Running Shoes
walked into my dreams.
I dreamt of being white and
Complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
Now, I apologize
I mean, that type of green can even be seen by the blind
To be real it’s a dangerous climb up the mountain of mula thats filled with traps and boobies
time, she shoot me two times
She shoot me three times, she shoot me four times
And that feels like I've been hit with Rihanna's gun!
Oh, one time
Oh, two
YULIA
She reminds me of Christmas
if it was three months long
She reminds me of laughter
When the timing was wrong
All full of cheer
And a sad type
funny
I laughed at ‘em, did it, now it’s not as funny
Like A Christmas Story, and for Christmas we’d go
Down to Madison, and spend it with the family only
Oh Little Town of Bethlehem
('Oh Little Town Of Bethlehem' was penned by a priest called Philip Brooks.
He was inspired and overwhelmed by his visit
always meant to be
Years laters I was down on a knee
Marry me like baby baby please
You were my gift on a Christmas Day
What I meant to say is no one can
to meet
Up with me right now?
And a winky face followed by a winky face
Followed by a winky face, with that
Followed by a heart!
Shе texts back, she said
remember bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang
be the name and I came from the black lagoon
I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos
Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes
You
and
Pairs of good shoes
Being snapped by the papps
We shared the good news
We were engaged, though many was confused
I'm from the windy city
So I will not
Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed
He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it
Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots
Lookin' for my
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