Lyrics:
on a lack of power
I believe in understanding, I've got to know where we're landing
I'm takin' my survey now, hands up if you're with me
Do you want
You getting nervous fidgety fidgety
This is so easy 123 123
My name is blue face abcdfg
Y'all can shut up I know I forgot the E
Ride on my wave there's
of the new sun way
Let it click, here comes the royal of authority
Grooving up the masters of majority
People have a problem with my step
But you see I'm
I am a man of unclean lips
Of a people of unclean lips
Though hands are lifted up
They will not be seen
Though many prayers are offered
They will not
Marijuana Skies
I want to get so high
Better when I find the strain to blitz my mind
Ooh La La you are one of a kind
Clouds pass me by
They wave
I'm lifted off my feet and taken to another land
I'm feeling scared inside
This all feels so real
But it can't be true
Maybe it's just a dream
Why
right, Money
This one's for you
Special dedication to the NYC crew
We didn't change much as you can see
And the beats are still hyped up by Hurby
In
once and say you ain't no good
Feels like they're never goona take you for who you are
That's when you have to stand up and be strong
And go the extra
you are doing by Faith
Wonder-working Jesus
I know you are about to blow my mind
Wonder-working Father and
I see the things you are doing by Faith
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
'em to worked very, very cheap....
She managed by simply doin' without a whole lot o' things that she needed herself....
My I.O.U's add up to more
and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I
ride
Your worries just fly by
And you never want to stop tequila
Some drink tequila
'Cause it eases the blues
It frees up the spirit
From your head
It's been a long time I shouldn'na left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up I'm sorry I
It's there witcha, yo' cares lifted, don't stare driftin'
The airs shiftin' slightly, so come into the lair, get sum
"Party people, you are now
motives are clear
I can even corner ya
Just by looking through
The right side eye sight of my cornea
So don't be mad at me, when I flip This place upside
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
on His loving arms
To hold me up
By His grace I am justified
For our God already died
And my soul's eternal destiny
Is now secure
You are my everlasting
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to make my chips
I
to make my chips
I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that b****
Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery
... thinkin' 'Pac, would you ride with
future, how I'm destined for the greatness
I would rate this a ten, when I pick up the pen my lyricism shows and it's no joke
They the joke, so I laugh,
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
a Mexican vest and a red hippie hat on
Maracas in my left hand, stick in my right
There are canyons there are caverns
There are boarder roadside taverns
I
With a Mexican vest and a red hippie hat on.
Maracas in my left hand, stick in my right.
There are canyons; there are caverns
There are border
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