Lyrics:
with the beast
Who's the feast
It was me
No more suffering
No more lies with pretending
Struggle till I'm out the other side
Some can just coast by
I
we pass the quiz
Give what you have if you have to give
No you're not perfect but who is
Flow with the process trust in it
Always keep it simple not
...I mean, it doesn' matter 'oo it is, I mean, the message gets through.
Steve: (recorder clicks on mid-sentence)...anyways, 'e did not deserve
you or I
Alright, alright says Baby Blue
Who doesn't really understand
August was a heavy month
But winter came at last.
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken
I don't know what's wrong with the youth of today
Wandering lost, it's true what they say
And who is to blame? tv and magazines
They would have
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
after who knows what, and hoping it will last
"Oh my gosh! This is the best time ever!"
"It's just me and my dad!"
Gliding into Beacon's Reach at 11PM
house
Hit me back six pm say that you passed out
You still alive aight cool seems for a while
You might've blacked out
You can't motivate yourself
By
Who wanna flip with the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The resevoir is now open
I swim the English
with feeling! Once more, with feeling!
Everybody wants high society is what I'm told by people who scream in my face. I love romance on the dance floor,
and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob
what I have to to get by when their idea of fun is drunk ugly girls
Who are lonely attention whores, who smoke cigarettes and cry, who live in their
it's 5am in January,
and the sky is like a mineshaft.
but on Platform 4,
the 15.59 is running late.
last night, at 9pm,
i had a pencil in my hand.
crumbs, and a zoo visits
Who is it, taking pictures, probably giving you kisses
Bob and Nancy, acting fancy
It's that Thai 9 for late night, giving you
to the P-M
Trap goals Trap goals Trap goals
Run it up nigga
Get money Fuck hoes
Sip lean Slow mo
Whip game Bet Cold
Wrist Grill Neck Gold
Trill muhfucka Go
This is the school we call ""our life""
Life is hard in the 4th grade
Ain't easy to survive when King Bob reigns
Life will never be the same
when you've
from the dead like it’s Easter
This the revenge of my ego
Causing a racket, Serena
Out for my slice of the pizza
Out of my mind like I’m B.o.B in the PM
The Godfather rap like my name Bob de Niro
How many hits you got?
Zero
But I got a lot so kneel down for your hero
Shit
We done it again
We picked out a beat now
beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by
Demented I don't know who I am
I need to drive around
I'll go get lost
I'll never be found
When will the sun come out
The stars are fallin' and it's shaking
sport a champion who is as beloved as this one.
And the encouraging gallery goes silent.
Eight strokes ahead of the pack, the Champion slowly starts his
a difference and to stand for what is right
But by eight o'clock pm we all could see the tide way turning
And what was left was something much more sinewy
song
It's Armageddon or revolution, but we got to find the solution
You nuh hear the bobo tell you say
A who shoot first a no who draw
Caan
cloak, it went up in flames
And by the time we builded up the muscle
There was no time or space left to claim
Whoa-ho, whoa-ho, who-oh-oh-whoa-ho
Whoa-ho,
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