Lyrics:
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was
There was a time when men were kind
Their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was
I'm so haunted by your voice
It's like I have no choice
The feelings are much too extreme
Tell me what it's gonna take
To forget a love that felt so
I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up, I kind of just called to hear your voice, so your
voice recording was enough
Ugh, I should hang up, what am I
earbuds, don't tell Dr. Dre
Women get to power by being like a man
Say what you want but be ready to take a ban
Serious email sent in Comic Sans
Who cares
inside I never changed
I guess I'd been deceived
'Cause a voice inside kept telling me
That I'd change by and by
But the Spirit made it clear to me
down, down
All the way down
Right
Yeah, I'm off and distorted
Off the course of what's goin' on in the world
This motherfuckin' mic checkin' LO
Tryin'
This world ain't what it used to be
The realists must submit
Take a moment to reflect
But please do not neglect
I shall repeat that line once again
So
then everything is alright
They still question what's real or not
Would the world be as messed up if there really was a God
That's no offense to the true
know the drill
That we continue with the fucking bottom
Lock like this with a ghetto severed and
In place when I see this generations
Gets laid
won't matter what you say (Oh)
The voice in my head is here to stay
Slave and the psycho, open our eyes when the nights close (Eh)
Walking a tightrope
BARBARIAN: So what kind of god do you think you are?
ROMAN WARRIOR: A warrior is what I am!
BARBARIAN: No, I'm the wolf and you are but a lamb!
ROMAN WARRIOR:
Debbie got tense, raised her voice
And said, "So I've traveled a bit what do you know about anything? What do you know?"
Debbie's tone was getting
Rick, and FatBoys
You know what I mean
Them kind of guys, you know
It's inspirational, you know what I mean
Um, even one of the songs I saying "I am
bred
To barter, nor compensating the want
By shrewdness, neither capable of lies,
Nor asking overmuch and taking less,
And still foreboding what would
heart broken by a real dumb ghetto hoe
Now I'm back in this bitch, I put the knife down
I'm not gonna slit my wrist
What's the matter with Kid? He must be
have a beautiful wife, three amazing daughters that love me very deeply, but what I would like most in this world is Bill Gates' money.
MICHAEL NEMUS:
dropped my worth for some man to afford
I'm still kind in a world of deception
Even then I get mugged off more
Finding simplicity
Thanking what he did for
the dirt like a worm
You cannot define me by the amount that I earn
I'm smoking on sherm, talking to germs
That's the kind of shit I'm on
Ever since birth,
* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
There was a time when girls were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world
empty hands
Don't judge a person by the clothes
Nor by the things which the hand holds
You can't see what's inside a mind
By looking at an empty hand
Shit happens
That's what they say
You can see it on a bumper sticker waving on the highway
At the dinner table explaining and by the way
The car is
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