Lyrics:
satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real
a minute
Yesterday, yesterday
I fell, and now I'm takin' backwards steps
It's all I know
Your hands hang by your side, and my advice begins at three
millworking man from Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed
Millwork ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard
grandfather stood right here as a younger man
In Nineteen and forty three
And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
He grew life from the soil
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
hopes and everyone's
Anyone worth a minute of your time,
When unhampered by the agents,
Of the governors of the faceless so opaque,
As bare tree's
(Yip-yip-ah-yip-ah-yeehaw)
Still I've gotta live my life here
With some pretty scary brethren
But now I'm forever on a mission, baby
To live and die by my smile.
And if
want no one but you (one, two, three, four)
I get so lonely
Can't let just anybody hold me
You are the one that lives in me, my dear
I want no one
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
bitch
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw
it's later than you think
Never right, yes I know
Get wisdom, knowledge and understanding
These three, were given free by the maker
Go
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
man
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed.
Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard,
Don't wana be no self fulfilling prophecy
I've been feeling dangerous
Makes for good entertainment
Don't wana be no self fulfilling prophecy
Verse 3
Oh
[Chorus x3]
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That they'll be givin' away
When we all live
appreciate you stoppin' by"
Said, "I ain't askin' for a dime just a minute of your time
An' your name here on the dotted line
Could you sign my petition?"
oh
Yenfii obia
(Y3 ko di bronya oh!!)
Na wo se?
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Beatz Murderer wo y3 beast woate
PossiGee on the mix!
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
a letter
And grieve what I happen to grieve
My black shroud
I never trust my feelings
I waited for the remedy
When I was three, three maybe four
She
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
don't know what I've done
I'm wanted and on the run
I'm wanted and on the run
So I'm taking this moment to live in the future
Release me from
march with me
All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me
He laid on his back,
His firearms by his side
Hearin' no sound
Just
Fuck yeah we're ready
You ready my friends
Creeping death!
Come on man
Slaves, Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
Heed, to his every word, live
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