Lyrics:
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
Pragnan Bhyravabhatla
Percussions: Sai Santosha Pidatala
Composed by Unknown
Mixed and Mastered by Sai Teja Bhagavatula
- Team Connecting Lives
Samastha
his eyes when I hear him sayin' please
Who loves you baby?
I do, I do trust you
See see this ain't just bout having sex
I don't even have
been a modern day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active member
Pull out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
Fascinated by
whole through the wall
But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers
And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers
Housekeeping, I mean goddamn
One
An angel was sent from above
I look to your eyes
and I'm certain
you came from Valhalla
You are my brother my son
Well stand side by side
And nothing
to your son
And mama I know there's been times
When we didn't see eye to eye
By and by we do some growing up
And we understand the reasons why
But
them down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker She taught her 4 sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker To hand them their guns
on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son
And tell him never have a friend
Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I
In the city by the river
A man is standing on a bridge
His eyes to Heaven to the Forgiver
Who flips the coins on who should live
A naked
they eye on me
Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
I can't die, I
of youth - living by an
Eye for an eye when The candle burns low - The flame starts to die
An eye for an eye - Suffering the way we live and die
Hand for
Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For
Jean is not my lover
she's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
she says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For
the swelling tide
Friends and lovers clinging
To each other side by side
Mothers and their daughters
Descending down the stairs
Jumped into the icy waters
and
Close your eyes and hit the switch
We're going to a place where everybody kick it
Kick it, kick it, yeah, that's the ticket
Ain't no bloodin', ain't no
Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For
caught in the terror, of Sodom and Gomorrah
Father, forgive him for he know not what he done
When the bum search for drums, the son search for condoms
Killed by sins of the evil what I am
Your destruction, reasons of a world in pain
Blind disciple, you will never live again
Wage of death, course
Warm yourself by the fire, son
And the morning will come soon
I'll tell you stories of a better time
In a place that we once knew
Before we
to it all
If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day
I'll take seven lives for one
And then my only father's son
As sure as I did ever love
Somehow lost inside your eyes
Peace of mind, hold you tight
I am yours your were mine
New beginnings live and die
You moved on and I'll be fine
Damn, what
been washed by the same four chords
Close your eyes, you'll be saved by the funky Lord
Bust a funky move
To our sick ass groove
We're on fire like
to it all
If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day
I'll take seven lives for one
And then my only father's son
As sure as I did ever love
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