Lyrics:
and the cannons roar.
We'll be hand in hand, side by side through every war.
Hold on to me, we'll reach the end.
We've come a long, long way.
Hold on to me, we'll
to Ruth Chris, had her eatin' on some shrimp
Detention, Suspensions, my life like Duke Dennis
They got me like, ah, ha, ha
I can get any bitch just by
Welcome back to another
Filler episode
Baby girl go pack your bag
We headed to the beach
It's filler season, non cannon,
Shit ain't new to me.
Two
(Can you imagine what the world would look like if it was run by Apple, or Google, or
me
Do you think you'd have failing schools,
Do you think you'd
and the cost, we amassed
By the flicker of the fire, we shared our plight
In the shadows of gunfire, history took flight
No hymn for the victor, nor the defeated
finish with the dementia
I'm the grimmest
I done told y'all I was comin'
Better start runnin'
Or bust like a cannon
Cause Imma leave hella destruction
of Mexico
Well, I seed Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a drink that he brung
like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Police hop out of the whip, (?) right in my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga
that's regret / oh, that's regret / saying oh my love / catch me by the water when I'm all fired up / merely cannon fodder / now I'm all wised up / no one
Cannon fodder hopelessness
Breast plate punctured openness
Thousand soldiers motionless
Slaughtered them emotionless
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Vravia ti, aby si nemala ísť
Prídeš skôr ako by si mala prísť, yeah
A odchádzaš, keď ti dovolím odísť
Nečakala by si, že to môže výjsť
Ale páčia sa
a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the nigga leash
I was once told by my nigga Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
June the 18th 1815, the Battle at "Belle-Alliance"
Marshy fields and pouring rain all the blood and cannon's fire, cuirassier's attack
British
Written by hughie cannon (as released by patsy cline, September 14, 1964
Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation
Oh I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty
Did you fall in love with the cannon's fire?
And the smell of a smoldering world
In the bloody sand where lead flies like insects through the air
There's smoke down by the river
Hear the cannon and the drum
I've got one thing to ask you honey
Can you run?
You know I hate to ask so late
Coming down from the mountain on high
Towards the battle we go side by side
Our hearts are filled with honour and pride
Cause we know our time
Cruising through a block, so you past a dreads
Now the dreads are looking hard at your face Mr. Fly Guy
Unaware tonight their gonna do a fucking drive by
Go
MISCHIEVOUS COMMANDO!!
Luchini like Camp Lo
Wreckin' the beats
Gettin embassy's executive cheese
[Phesto Dee]
I'm the loose cannon aid on deck
Detonate in
'em
Thing about the squares, nigga, I just understand 'em
Niggas braggin' on their pistol, nigga, I just tote the cannon
Half a million
Damn, turn me up a little bit
God damn, Cannon
He ain't fuckin' around, boy, yeah
Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door
the rental no nick
I'm Wilding out with this cannon by The boom by the bing
You Vanished Adderall keep me
Concentrate money bag keep me
Motivated show out
a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass
So paranoid, watch your back
Oh my, here we go
Another loose cannon gone bipolar
Slipped down, couldn't get much
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