Lyrics:
of brothers get popped, we pourin' Hennessy
And God forbid a nigga get locked, 'cause there ain't ten of me
Diez, buenos dias to senoritas
We movin' units by
in my Lane...
Stayin in my lane, Im stayin in my mutha f***** lane
Stayin in my lane...
Stayin in my lane, You betta stay in yo mutha f***** lane...
a Tom Dick and Mary
Talking shit about this and that
Believe some right wing blog over BBC
Nobody seems to know what the truth is anymore (thanks trump)
Some days I just wish that we could love each other
Dell, if you listenin', thank you for yo' positive forces
The ghetto feel too normal, so we treat
our president
Let us sing for our president
Let us pray for our president
Let us sing let us dance
For Madiba madiba's freedom
We thank you lord
For
them down and sell ‘em to you.
Hardly is a sailor alive, who can keep the tears from his eyes.
As he remembers the good old days when there were no
What's your hurry, son?
This ol' ferry runs every fifteen minutes on the dime.
You've spent the last hour staring at Becky Connor
Now, take that girl by
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
He was God's Son
But as my world was spinning 'round
I saw His grace as it came down
To dwell within to make a change
Oh thank You Lord, I'm not
Every day I get up
Put my black plastic security suit on, my gasmask
Leave the cellar and go to work
Afraid to be poisoned or trampled
By this
pussy niggas know that
All that juggin' in your raps, you niggas should thank me for that
Sell a million, I work for Saks, you wanna walk in my shoes
Packed up ready for the journey got my U-Haul
Game's over sunk the 8 followed by the cue ball, cue ball, cue ball
Tapes pop Panama to Cuba Jack's chasin'
When your path's gone astray and you think you've gone mad
Maybe tired from washing all the blood from your hands
Do you feel that you have
had switched rolls
Start winning and you know how the rest goes
I wonder what these niggaz really mad for
Looking for much more
Looking for no rivals
The saw still spins and the blade still blunt
Start running now you coward cunt
Slaughter forever, suffer together
You can thank me later for doing
Faster than the rain
She came suddenly
I fell you fell
All that stood still
Through each melody
I thank you for you
I feel the magic of a girl who
Will
a kiss (Muah) So I gave him two
He said, "Well, thank you, baby," I said, "You're welcome, boo"
Never ever ever met a guy so fly
Got me hooked like apple
Intro: sometimes even when you feel like giving up, you just got a live on
Verse I
It all started at the age of 18
Just a young kid out chasing
Because I love to live my life
3 L's that you got to stand by
Life, Love, to Live is just fine
Put on a smile on your face it's alright
We got to have
We sang out thanks and complaints
We burned fat
Arranged bones in the flames
Each bird a great catch
Our songs were spells
And our spells were
You're the one, I'm move
Oh, I'm always distracted, by you
But first, we go down, down
Then we go in it
Then we go round, round
Lost in it
Oh, innocence,
hope you see me in the eyes of my angels
Dear Lord, then I thank you
You do so much but shit
Look at me smile, wow
Chill my nigga It's for the people
Every day I get up
Put my black plastic security suit on, my gasmask
Leave the cellar and go to work
Afraid to be poisoned or trampled
By this
you were drunk
Thank you pudding morphina
And I'm fucking on Madonna
And I'm fucking on Sri Lanka
And I' m boring of your face
I'm still wearing
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