Lyrics:
already set
Can't you understand? Already got my man
No, I don't need proof to show me the truth
Not even Dr. Ruth
Is gonna tell me how I feel, I know
Words and Music by Goldy McJohn
Slip away with me
Let our hears be free
Live a life of love
There's no need to care
Sharin' it together
Whatcha got
[Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
Buddah Hava who lives the ways by nature
Escape on a galactic space caper
To the nexus, transportation a glass Lexus
Forever present is
Seems it was just a while ago
All of my friends and I
Went to each others weddings
And stood by each others side
And became brides
Talked
Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it's like that now?
I'ma show you
legend
Tryna make
Tryna make my dream come true
Tryna make big shows
Tryna make big views
Tryna make big numbers
I don't know why but this gives me
[Puff Daddy]
Cats hate me cause I mastered this
PD the one who brought class to this
I brought a brand new 6 just to blast my disc
Pockets fool
2 Peter 2:20
Words by Bob Hartman
Music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
There are things that look attractive
On the surface of despair
There are
survive many climates
Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me
John Fitzgerald me, the industry never bought me
Fear will make you reveal who you
way
Then did all the reasons
Letter room mama know hide slow hide
Dust arriva no me gusta
Ordinary by the river
Wait a little world my street right
Tell
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Of beast and man am I,
Transformed by the full moon's shine
I'm ripping the flesh, and eating the young
I am the unhuman one
All legends tell of me
shows of gratitude are minuscule
Inside your mind, sorry
(I'm so sorry, please forgive me)
(There's only so much I can do) I love you and did all that
That's how I know I made it
Right now, I'm just solo
Doing this by myself
Doing these live shows
Getting famous with the bros
Will I be famous? I don't
and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his wife
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in
I was born down in the handle
I was brought up by the strap
When the devil starts to show up in your dreams
Then it's hard to get your dreams back
dream of Brian peter George St John Le
Baptiste De La Salle Eno
Well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade
Trees grow the creature by
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
To call my life my own, yet stand by my side
I know I don't let you know enough
Don't let love show enough, don't let you be strong
Oh, tell me why we
ashamed / And we won't be ashamed
With the world behind me / With the world behind me us
And the cross before
By the grace of God
I will serve the Lord / We
the people I consider very important, huh
That's VIP, oh yeah
So instead of countin' wins, we countin' blessings
Trustin' in God to show me the correct path
hit it on the sink mama
John wick all black dont blink ima
Give you what you need
All eyes on me mama
Can i spend a lil change for sum brain ima
Bust it
Huddie Ledbetter was a helluva man
Huddie got his music from the
Heart of the land in his voice you could
Hear John Henry's hammering
While his hands
the road that leads to my home
Chorus
Show me a sign, tell me a reason
Cold winds have scattered the seeds I've sown
Oh, just let me live to see another
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