Lyrics:
[Intro: Qeuyl]
Second star to the right straight on till morning
[Verse 1]
It's time to get it
It's time to put it down
Let's take this world
to treat myself to King
Jesus This Halloween
Like I'm playing checkers
Change the game
And add a queen
I'm on board
He called me on track
No
door
And dropped my drawers
A good needed morning flush is important
Poopy poopy but cause the toilet won't flush
If I'm holding in a dump then you know
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
this bitch
Yo, ayo
It's like six in the morning
Me and Miller just finished our pack
Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
Grab
from the planet of the apes King Kong clips
Silence lambs, bitch
Run through your land trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets can ya?
If
the oldest and we were the closest we worked that old farm side by side
I guess that's the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa died
All I
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
Feet fall upon the ground
Fears fraying all around
This is how it starts
When kings and castles topple down
New life is starting now
Dividing from
fight, we were still standing by the morning light
They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide
We ride for the borough where mead and wenches
Keydo conquer this Keydo King
Ohhh wooo
Baby litty litty
Ohh wooo
Baby litty litty baby take time
Take you many places trip to Cape Town
Put you
I'm feeling so damn gone
All this shit for free-free
As far as you can see-see
Me and my fiends
Yeah, we tweaking till it's 4 in the morning, aye
Okay
on it properly
Side by side you continue to hold me
New inside you get rid of the old me
I thank you for Grace every morning
I praise you in times when
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung
It's six o'clock
Good morning sounds are everywhere
The warmth of spring, a gentle
down the fire
Wake up
Wake up
Arise oh sleeper
Them other cats is fake
This one he's a keeper
Say
La da da da da da di
We making room for the King
She's my Queen
I'm her King man
No love no deh like the
Love I bring her
In the morning
While I'm waking
Waiting for me
Her arms embracing
Dreams
tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
bloody!)
Too many life get smoked (Damn this place is musty!)
By chimney (Hit him like potty drop dead like the Morley!)
One step in wrong Scenery
Photos
I Big Pun it
Trying to revisit that impact
When Big done it
Or when Pac did it, even when Nas won it
I Daddy Kane over the tracks
Them niggas King Sun
Cage
Yo, I?ll send this to alla my corporate corpses
Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin?
Time to off the office,
I was surely sort
This is our moment, ain't no holding us back, time to own it, yeah
Shining bright like the morning, it won't be long 'fore the glory is coming, yeah
dear, they found him dead
This morning on the riverbed.
But hush now darling, don't you cry.
Your reward's in the sweet by-and -by.
Hush now baby,
there with Dr. King
Music that glorifies and promotes violence with guns, knives
Or drugs and that includes all this gangsta rap, that's it
We march
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
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