Lyrics:
thanks to the most, the least that I can do
Way back I used to call upon the Father often
I fought the devil last night and almost lost â??
Now I'm
I am just a white fading flower
As he used to call me
Burn the witch
Razorblade
Expire
Last breath
Krieg in Sicht
Yet if as holiest men have deem'd,
deny me
Bathed in moonlight
I'm proclaimed by angels cry
Think well
Do take your time
Because your soul
Will be mine the day you die
Call my
But some people have decided to call themselves precisely that... And the Peni, as I'm sure you've all realised by now, were an ancient hill tribe
into a state
With a silly grin upon my face
Don't wait up
Say don't wait up
And she'll be waiting by the phone
But it was her decision to stay at home
magazine
The painted out my life
On a page of black and white
Cos there's no call for justice when you're dealing in spite
And I landed
My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necessary, that's what Malcolm said
So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot
[Trip Locc]
Now my day begins late, had to get some sleep
ridin passenger in a Suburban peep
we had a ball last night, me and the crew
I'm sayin
A dozen red roses
And a simple bouquet
Arrived at the church
On her wedding day
The bridesmaids gather 'round her
Last details done
But
Interrupted torture by the great one who calls
Transformed to the great white throne
Standing before God yet still alone
He releases the love that won't be
Untold stories
Yea
Listen
All these pages in my life, you could call it a book
Which chapter am i on... i be afraid to look
What if there were
cheese (Mhm)
I’m more connected than a white girl To her Ugg Boots and lattes
So I’ll parlay the rhymes made into an arms race That’ll take ya to lawn
Survival series kicking in if they try to get off
So bust that judge or see the judge and face that hell in the cell
Uh
Last call till them caskets drops
the last of the Mohicans (Mira)
Going overtime, 'til your body weakens
Got'em leaking just by the way that I am always speaking
You must be tripping if your
Introverted
Outside inverted
Shut in means never hurting
Laziness stops me from working
Mentally drained no doubt
Absorbed by going out
People
go boombox is on the floor
I'm telling a story about the world
High blue sky shadows on the wall
And cement floor is heated by sun
City was white all
Legends of tomorrow! Alcohol! All night long! Same old song! Tomorrow and tomorrow! Another beer Last call is near Move up a gear There's still time for
the white kids too vanilla for the desis,
Not included, like double A's for Casios I grooved with
As a baby, last year I toured the nation off of music shit
you you're fucking trash
Plus you're white damn you're right
Guess I need to kill again
To take their skin
I need to sew it on so carefully
My needles
the plug G
Country boy in camo pants
The last one that you think about
Tops down in the Benz cruising downtown
Switch it up, '69 I'm tearing up the group
look at comments and I call that shit fan love
A lot of niggas are ballin because of hand outs
A lof of bitches are claiming me as their man now
Which is
killin it
Humble but dominant
Grew up an acrobat
Flip from laundromat to graduate to diplomat
Called Chinamen by the ignorant
The wise they call them
Last night was a good night
I got no complaints, just shit loads of drunk dials
Disguise the type we don’t like
She dressed in all white, a devil in
your BM's looking all sprung
And I just got a call from the plug
And he told me, "Jayson
Let's make some gwop"
And he banged like 65 in a HS Square
Now
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