Lyrics:
it's tough
Gave you chances, now it's time, enough's enough
bustn, you've had a great run, but it's time to shift
Introducing my album, a new uplift
My
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
This song is for my mama,
This song is for you.
Hey mr. president,
Tomorrow i'm paying my rent
My fuel is runnin' low
And i've got places
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
Maverick, always above and beyond average
Fuel to the flame that I train with and travel with
Something in my eyes says I'm so close to having the prize
I
From the album catch the wind
Josie, I won't fail ya,
I won't fail you, have no fear.
Josie, I won't fail ya,
Give me one more chance, the day is
are now hearing
Is an AI generated voice that is here to bring you
And the album, closer than ever before
So without further ado, by the grace of God
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
""from the garden you shall fuel my heaven"".
We shall fuel his heaven from the garden
From the west, Ford gave the chain to unite them in efficiency,
Death,Hate
It all feels just the same
Just more fuel to light the flames
Death is normalized
Through your tv screen
You’re just hypnotized
By those lifeless
night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.
Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
Smoke rises, engines roar, shadows cast by the store
Echoes of tires on the gritty night floor
Whispers of wind, a tale untold
Mystery of the roads,
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be doin'
the jungle with no rules
We run this forest bitch, we live by the water
We eat the fruits nigga and we speak the prophets that empowers strong prophecies
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold
Moon14day-1985-600c
Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
You'll never need to fuel my mind
I cannot deny it let them drag my soul away
My body won't remind them
'Cause I've been motivated by
Living
boy Ruggy Batcave
Radio Batcave Studio
Doing it like we always do it about this time
Courtesy of 215 Aphillyated its Flamers 25
Hosted by Cosmic Kev
like a wooden toy soldier's,
Leaping out my bodyI'm flying by on a poster,
More flashes of brilliance than Jordan's rookie year choker
while they break
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
Jealously
ALBUM · Passionworks (1983)
Who was with you - where you been?
Baby it can't be this again
I can't cool it 'cos I can't win it with you
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
at baby
Ahh you already know man you already know
I aint seen you I aint heard from you baby
I got the last album still banging that Feels Good To Be Dope
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