Lyrics:
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
Lasting treasure in a world that
Was born to die
What won't be claimed by time?
Styles have fallen down are
Still giving the lights
Brightened shadows
my window sill
In this old hotel I chose
Yes, one hand on my suicide
One hand on the rose
I know you've heard it's over now
And war must surely
it's at?" Underneath the counter
Next to the chair and cereal, but right behind the boxes
Brian, give me thirty minutes, my bitch on the way from
of the party, mm-hmm, that I almost cried, mm-mm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my
me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It
spend the night tonight
We can spend th enight tonight
Shake it, do it right
Standby
We interrupt this for a message from the Father
We've given
the colonies through more debt?
Fight the other founding fathers 'til he has to forfeit?
Have it all, lose it all
You ready for more yet?
Treasury Secretary,
sitting in my feelings, yeah
I need to be still
Emotions high crashing through the ceiling
I won't be influenced
By insignificant
Ways of the world
Ways
I live under the coconut tree
I lie in the sun and I swim in the sea
I make my bed below the sky
I still watch the world just a passin' me by.
Hey
When you're standing there can you really
Just ignore his prayers to be reu-
nited with that child that has lost its
Father standing there, by his
the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter
I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kind of, sorta
'Cause when I saw her I swear it made a tear fall
Not
the city, throw your Zone
Magic on a Monday with my woes
Seein' spaceships like Fabo
Niggas still bangin' in they white tee (nope)
Betcha can't do it like
teach me to be free
Of my fear of being struck down by the pendulum
Alabaster Lady
As you weave a web of love with azure flowers
The early morning
my window sill
In this old hotel I chose
Yes, one hand on my suicide
One hand on the rose
I know you've heard it's over now
And war must surely
Father, You are good
You keep me Lord, You are my shelter in this storm
(Hum), in this storm
I'm still holding on to your goodness and You mercy
I'm still
Doin' my best just to not blow my cover
Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger
There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna
free
Don't forget to text me
Baptized in the Father Son Holy Ghost
Yeah you better watch out
Did the Yankees won three times in a row
They deserve
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to apologize to Mos and Kweli (Kweli)
But is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped it from
Father I am lost
Guide me to your light
Blinded by the greed
It's time to reunite
If there's still a chance
Caress me with your hand
Feel my dusty
The day I was born into this world
The day I was brought into this world
It was raining and storming, my mother cried for glory
A king has been born
teeth.
It's more like hundred mile nol and know mor men but you can make my teeth growl.
You could make my underworld. Its a big dark world now, its
to burn it away
Get out of his lane, got no time, don't need no advice
Except for my momma
Ride for my daughter, she's all I need, she got her father
Apparent to the throne
Can't run in the Serengeti in the
Young and I'm ions beyond the box
Flow free on
But still will Ghost Recon a cop
So phenomenal by
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