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had Europe by its iron grip.


A feast of canyonpowder, sweat, blood and fire

the bullets are dancing, 

Waterloo in flames


He played everything

Withdrawals

Byron Bank

The Withdrawal

the frowns, too much sadness
The fortune and fame, y'all can have it
My blood, sweat, and my tears, ya'll can't have it, damn it 
It's a gift and a cursed,

real
Spinning on the color wheel
Feeling weightless in a spaceship
I could taste it
It felt so real
How fast was I going
Are we going downtown
Why is my

mile
But all we got is some bad blood
Why you always gotta complicate things
Know you only want me round for one thing
And I should cut you off
And I

wanna ball first
Fall down push up arm work fall down push up arm work

Been working for years just to blow up over night (Yeah)
Blood sweat and tears im

can’t get enuff 
So me I just try to provide it 
I sacrifice tears and the blood
I sweat even when I ain’t tryin 
My niggas Dey call me da plug 
So I just

What makes a hero? What makes a man?
How do you carve that future out as best as you can?
Sculpted from clay, sweat, blood and tears - what they say

don't need your motherfuckin' congratulations
I put my blood, sweat, and tears to this shit

I ain't gon' let no bitch take this away from me
Yeah, yeah,

really no secret it/
Blood sweat in tears in my music my sole ingredients/
Get it, I spit that shit that I see your soul be needing its/
For practice, I’m

can't reach the steering wheel Then sit your ass in the car seat
Blood, sweat, and tears
Years of doin' this
So I know the stains
My bloodline hard

jack the pot
How we do it on my block

I will merit all the success
Yes, earn every coin I possess
The blood, sweat, and tears coalesce
I don't care for

to stay in control
But I can feel this heartbeat of mine burning
Dials turning, blood, sweat and tears
cll I think about are things unstable and the webs

watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he

A Working Man's Wage

Trace Adkins

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1999

watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For

this too wild
Got a bonus only two fouls, wipe the sweat with a Versace towel
And I got them spinning, when they hear my verses
Like the 60s they be

clown

He's sitting by the trailer
Dropped by a sailor
Tears are pouring down his face
Everything is black and white
All is wrong and nothing's right

been tamed
Murderous and full of greed, a human animal that's my breed
Here I am, for all to see, flesh and bone is what makes me
Blood and sweat, pain

Crime Saga

Shabazz the Disciple

Book of Shabazz (Hidden Scrollz)

2003

was waiting by his bed side
He jerked his arm the next morning
And then a tear ran down his left eye
6 men carried his coffin, put him 6 feet in

having sex with the camera yeah
Blood tears and sweat on my neck and bandana yeah
Russian roulette my diamonds wet just like some salmon yeah
Woah know my

I put blood, sweat, tears in this shit Bitches wasn't fucking with jit
but now they all on me like John Gotti Every time I hit her crib, she's

It's about 5 in the morning 
I lay on my pillow and wake up in a cold sweat with a blood lust
To go and kill someone who has fucked up
So I get up

spinning let me off the crazy train
Snort this drink that cheat like you gotta get laid
They asleep at the wheel
Over dosing to heal
I keep my soul you keep

Work around the clock 유지해 내 지금 Vibe 그대로 계속 Go to the top
With my voice With my song With my blood my sweat
Errrday I'm back to the basics No hesitating

Another morning made from cold sweat and tears
The sorrow's like tinnitus in my ears; My greatest fears manifest
Never at rest, my head spinning
It's