Lyrics:
and a matchbox
Outside, I smoke a whole pack, until that track stops, now I got
Paralysis (Yeah) Move when you gotta move, move when you gotta move (Son
be a painter man
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we
again
Ring, ring, ring
Never did know what Son was missing
On a different mission
Try be a man what a fate destined
With a chest so cold
Mistake really
what he said was so true
Watch out son, the wicked smile, too
A grifter came there, smooth talking and slick
Tried to scam the old man, he tried every
SHE’D HAVE TO STAY
COZ SHE’S ALWYS BEEN THERE FOR HER LITTLE MAN
A NEW LIFE IN HIS WIFE
A NEW REASON TO GO ON
SHE CAN SEE HER SON IN HIS EYES
HOLDING EACH
of sin to all
But through a man whose name is Jesus
Came redemption life and hope
For He has ended sin's dominion
It's by His gospel we are free
For
about naira marley
So i sing them jamming by bob maley
Mama never wanted
Me been bolly
Son have turn a man
I am about been schooling
Always wanted me
I'mma do it, get it by any means
Serving food for the thought like it's rock to the fiends
I said this shit for years boy, this life ain't what it seems
motherfucker
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Please leave a message after the tone
"Ayo, B, this Caesar, yo
Yo, I'ma have your money, man
Why you gotta be
Yeah
Aye
When I say you something light, you something light son
Rottweiler man I'm coming off to bite some
I know ain't nobody writing what I write
he would do is just rise just for you, then how
Can ya run from the truth when its true man . . .
I am
the son of the most high
I am
the one
of green'll give a nigga blues
A sip of purple make a nigga rue
Make a drunk person speak a sober tune (I can't go on this way)
Fuck dat, I can't do it man
a fridge
Never trust a man who plays fucking bridge
10 foot lies on the side of a bus
Keep up the distraction, keep up the fuss
I'm surrounded by racists,
to make a better life for his family
Always been my biggest fan
and A Damn Good Man
Saw me headed down the wrong road
knew I wouldn't get far
Said son
(These are the ones my-, my-)
(These are the brakes) (my-, my-, my-)
(My-, my-, my DJ cuttin')
A mother gets mugged by her crackhead son
(That's
Come hang in the garden
If you didn't know
That they're going to market it
The Earth, man, as a whole
Why can't we fight anymore?
Don't act like you
arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My
The Crack Up by Sex Gang Children
The time is here for the exile of all our sons,
Who believe us when we say that we love you,
But we must leave
Swept across the family dies
Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive
listen I’m not moved by your words cos they’re empty threat by mere men empty threat by mere men oh no
Small boi big God
Bad man dey no fit stop us
It’s
look up, I see my son playin' by the pool
Chef in there makin' spicy tuna rolls and shit
And I'm like, "How the fuck did it get to this, bro?"
I ain't
Young Irish men in Ulster born
Deprived of freedom work and hope
Oppressed by ruthless racist laws
That grind men down beneath the yoke
And when
(Crediting time)
Isina onwere ka Odi
(Onwere ka odi)
Mana enwero m time
(Enwero m time)
Who God don bless no man can cause
I’m a winner by fire by force
Nwoke
the
Longings of my heart and
Captivate me by your grace!
And who shall stand when the Son of Man
Comes suddenly to judge the quick and dead?
But the pure in
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