Lyrics:
to find our son is dead.
The miracle of life bereft by my most selfish of needs.
No sign of humanity left in my most heinous of deeds.
His gentle features
heart with the dust of my Guru's lotus feet
I sing the pure fame of the best of Raghus, which bestows the four fruits of life
Budhi heena tanu jaanike
heart with the dust of my Guru’s lotus feet
I sing the pure fame of the best of Raghus, which bestows the four fruits of life.
Budhi heena tanu jaanike
The view is killing us tonight
Up here the streetlights burn so bright
Below the trains are passing by
Watch us hold on for our lives
The sirens
The pace so on my
Face I lay praying
Tryna keep the faith
I wait to take
My place inside
Of heavens gates
By your way
Your love fills us
With the grace
So I
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Ok, yes, uh huh, No Malice and Lecrae
Lord, have mercy and pity on Your Son
From what I once was, to what I have become
Forgive me for my past
the track below my feet
This is my last roller coaster ride
This is my last roller coaster ride
This is my last ride
Cavernous kisses, blown by talentless bitches
Tentacles leave chemical blisters, betraying sisters
My illegible confessional carved in chewed out
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
living on the East coast
Shooting B- Roll, for lil beach for the people
In the morning by the sea shore
With a blunt in my hand
I run in the sand, you know
sister be cool
Even when it ain't cool
Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like you
My hustle got me comin' thru
My nephew wanna
Are you?
We live in a world on fire
One driven by non-inclusive desires
The 60s made a comeback, the situation is dire
Before we get our start,
And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by
Remember, I pulled my privates out in class
And from Farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my (woo!)
to fight my best fight
Live my best life spend my best nights
Chill by the oceanside and not easily enticed
And told you make my day brighten
Somehow we
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Now I'm captured by His beauty
In You I come alive
My life aligned to You
So I lay it at Your feet
Lord now my sole desire
Is to live the life that You
up off the porch
Thank god I handed on my feet
Riding city light I would roam through these streets
Tryna figure if I should get a room or get sum
or below
I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow
Give me a beat and I go, Off like a champ on your ass
Drop the mic
in private but never tagged a post or ever mention
Free the ones who never told, lone live my cousin's soul
Every since a juvenile , we stuck up
and his face said it all
You dream big son but you live small
If you want my son you can go get it, you don't need credit
You work hard earn like debit no
kids and Miss Cita, lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't
of devotion
I live and die by the sword
You live your life inside a home until you die alone just hiding behind a keyboard
I'm a psychopath on a psycho path
move up the path
I'm at the fence, my feet - on the grass
The Son's light my guiding star
They're begging for space to stay in my head
And I will direct
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