Lyrics:
You say it's all right
You say we'll be good
And all is forgiven
And understood
As it should
It'll be so good
You say it will be letter
This time
the fresh MC's at huh
I thought to myself while you were out all night clubbing
I hermit at home writing raps you and your homies be lovin and dubbin
I don't wanna live life feeling down
coz tomorrow could be our
Last time together
This may be the end for us
I just want you to know how much
I
sucking me one last time
I felt like God, as she grabbing it, got it in, got me in heaven swallowing, melting it so good
Bitch is a glitch
It was nice
peas behind
so I can find my way to you,
whatever you may get into -
you are the one I always long to find,
and when this crazy time is gone,
we'll build
too late, it can't be true
Has this lovin' world turned it's back on you?
Out spendin' your time, baby, diggin' for gold
Dig inside yourself, it's
myself as food and you can eat me.
No My Lord, the Crow is too small...
I will be able to satisfy your hunger,
You can kill and eat me.
No, Your Honor,
way by
This may be the last time you'll get the chance
I wish good luck to all of the contestants
Begin
And one is down
That's the end of the show
I want to pull you under
And use you as a float
I think I lost your number
Wouldn't be so bad except you had me by the fucking throat
The stress is
its gone and you're wrong
When I wake for the day look ahead and don't delay cuz your life is moving on
And these dreams in this space may seem eager
counter over a counter
Your next trick easy on the perfume, guidoune
Relax, that’s a neg, feedback we don’t need that
We need romps and raw knee caps
Be
And through that keeping
A character updated and healthy
It may be the best thing
I give it all I got
Cheering to luck
Guided by gut
And with the only thing
In
won't be trapped inside this, endless game
Some days it just seems
The sun may set for the last time
Surrounded by these broken dying dreams
This
of your own
There are no straight paths
There's no easy way
Last year, father and son produced twelve-hundred bussels
Under the crow, they paid
of your own
There are no straight paths
There's no easy way
Last year, father and son produced twelve-hundred bussels
Under the crow, they paid
And they said hang a left and 66 will take you west
But as the years went by her life spun back around
He’s on the knee the last one never found
And so
And yeah, though you walk ever on,
May your heart be not weary but strong.
And yeah, though you walk ever on,
Through the valley of the shadow of death.
figures in a hole, I was Saddam Hussein
This time last year back in the black
And now I stack, rinse, and repeat
Ain't miss a beat
Huh
Might miss a few
please
Just another taste
I have spent countless hours admiring you
Since I'm blinded by your fallacy
I will send you my soul if I have to
But I bet that
Lately my head has been spinning girl
Can't bear the thought of you not in my world
I may have had my problems in the past
But this time I swear
in myself
So today I'm left on my own, my recent days have all been the same
My sanity will soon be consumed by this loneliness
I'm lying in bed,
stick to your word and I'll never break this
My throwback always read all wrong
I could never spit when the crowd comes forth
All they ever said never
Just to get some gas
They be needing it at home
For the scene of the crime
At the time
It burns out fast
Hell, man!
Let 'em relax
Maybe that would let
seen my casket
I ain't got enough room by now i'm a giant
Who knew i would be this massive
Who knew I would dream
And i would see these things
That
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