Lyrics:
and the stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess, yes
I'm still here in the flesh, twenty-one-year-old legend
I'm a live way after my death
and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
clutch
Like me
Pullin bad bitches
Who like real niggas n athletes
John wall too clutch
Like me
John wall too clutch
Like me
Coming thru
Make room
Watch me
I like that take keep that keep that
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I feel like everybody gone relate to this one
I say yeah yeah yeah yeah
John legend
free
Home boy ask me if I been to the surface
Standing on stage taking flicks got me nervous
All up in my face when I'm trying to be working
Sit your
free
Home boy ask me if I been to the surface
Standing on stage taking flicks got me nervous
All up in my face when I'm trying to be working
Sit your
and the stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess, yes
I'm still here in the flesh, twenty-one-year-old legend
I'm a live way after my death
live again
Coming to cleanse the world of its sins
Dragging others to the swamp to join
As the world gets more wicked in its ways
I lay afraid of what
to go because my home just ain't home
Man my daddy out there having fun and I'm own my own
Jit gotta get right man live my life so wrong
Niggas tryna
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
A new day has just begun
The rain is coming back after the sun
Lord Kama and Leiber know
They are facing a new war
And without knowing what's
well
Being soothed by the sound of the Christchurch bells
As the hours turn, you can hear them
They'll be ringing time
John, he lives in this town,
I could put it down to being tired,
Or coming home to an empty house,
A passing moment,
A little man
No one around to stop me writing to you.
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
It was not enough that we were bought and brought to this home as the slave, locked in the bowels of a floating shithouse, watching those we love
do eat
Play by rules and you might live
And I try to do this shit for the kids
But y'all got different prerogatives
And y'all rot in hell
And I dwell
something new, something useful
God then revealed to Jeremiah
That He does the same thing with our lives
Because He has a plan
It was all in the plan
I had
Alps conquered, elephants march
Rome trembles, victory's arch
Cannae's triumph, legend born
But Carthage's support is torn
Betrayed by those he
stay clean, plus momma in a Lex four
She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
It's the bird man Jr. sincerely yours
When it rains it
State of life-may I live-may I love
Coming out the sky, I name me a name
Coming out-silver word-what it is
It is the very nature of the sound
of the man
Sands in the plans
I'm at home
On my own
Gone and flown
A home's a home
Ren the Hoak
Another bloke
Soaked and soaked
By the joke
the heart of Montana, where the rivers bend and roam,
Stands the mighty Yellowstone, the Duttons' sacred home.
Bound by blood and by the land, under skies so
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