Lyrics:
dirt all means
One hand when the curve ball leans, no home run they'll have to hurdle me
I never drew no blood I made man internal bleed
Just tryna kill
passengers
People back home really depend on it
Yes, I need the cheese, surrounded by rats, I will not fall into trap
I will remain conscious in fact
Die is 'n
on to work in the morning
To come home in the evening
And have nothing to say
Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old
not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you
But you still ain't callin' i left my cell
My pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
and someone pulled me by the arm
Said don't be shy, just dance a bit
I shook her off and wondered, never mind
Oh would you look at the time
The flight in 6
on the phone
I call it phone sex
Fly nigga, in the booth is my bird's nest
Mo' checks, mo' money equals mo' haters
If I walk like a ball
Player bet I score
falling in the blink of an eye
Caught a glimpse of yours
Instantaneous high
Found a summer time of loving right by your side
Dopamine and serotonin collide
scars and your trauma
Hop in a rocket ship and fly you to the moon
I love you more, could never love you less
Hearts beating right outside my chest
I
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
She's lived alone in a little home
By the Township of King
In the morning she'd feed the birds
And listen to them sing
From the words they flock
When I was young, I fell in love
With the trade winds blowing softly through your hair
Our joy, our tears, my childish dreams
So intoxicated by
on how we gotta fly now
I just hope my nigga ain't in cuffs by now
Chorus (2x)
(King Kirk)
Damn! I thought that cat I sold to was from the old school
that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I
the morning
Come home in the evening and have nothing to say
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one
the folks back at home
I remember them nights I was sitting no hope
But kept faith for the real ones
Shout out thank you Lord (Lord)
Cover my body in diamonds
right by
Oh well
I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie
On the First of July 1937
Amelia looked East; she was ready to fly
And get a little closer to heaven
To reach up for the beauty of her night sky
whatever.
I'm everything you think I am... I do it all just for the fam. For the boy trapped in the man...I do what I can to set him free.
Saturday mornings
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one
an old folks home if it had a bar
Full of people you probably read the star
In every major city in every major town
If you can't find a Wetherspoons your
and dawn sitting on the lawn
You lean in once trying to understand love
But they did it all wrong
Oo it could be all so simple
If we just fly up home
c blind man by the fountain
Whispers into your ears
I'll see you in the morning
This dream is made of pearls and fire
Your stars will shine within
is power, it’s power through the tongue
You know I had your back rather why or wrong
Praying every night by the morning I’m strong
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