Lyrics:
pretty fat
From spade ty to king tee, this is where it's at
Nigga, makin million dollar deals at a checker table
And my nephews gonna be the youngest
gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag out (yeah, uh, come on)
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up
I bet you think this song is about you
(Who you talkin'
Bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum burumrumrumrum bum bum bum
Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe
We are the sams, and we're dead its just four of us
We come in
I would like to begin with the so called American dream
Deceptively crafted by Wall Street Suits
So the malice behind can't be seen
How come it's
Reggae, Dancehall music
Industries rocked by BDP
So girls throw your hand in the air
Put 'em down, turn around
And move your bo-dy-dy-dy beat Change
Hot
still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure
generationally
No soul
No heart
Where do we start
Need a little love
Show a little love
Then the Change is gonna come Pick each other up
Lift each other up
I
change my hair and change my style
Watch out, I might just go wild
I got to get out and leave
And show the world how much I can give
I'm gonna do it
wanna quit no show for free
And everybody warned me
Everybody warned me about you
Yet I'm tempted by just make-believing
That I can make you come
everything's all good
A change is gonna come
Spirit of Sam Cooke
Don't worry be happy
Bob Marley I took
From my record player just to add another layer
Standing at the pay phone about to make a call
I had a vision it was me on the other end
Telling you come by and then you walked in
I touched you gently
onion rings
I think my karma is catching up with me
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't
gotta be movin' on
Hard Times
Hard Times ain't gonna last forever
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye - Hard Times
Darkness comes and she is lonely
You can
just the two of us)
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you
Come on Hai-Hai, we goin' to the beach
Grab a couple of toys
I'm just another caught in the wind
Staring at the sky hoping
That Sam's change is gonna come
It's my time or I'm, I'm done
Patience isn't my virtue
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace
I tap my fingers to the same old thing
And dream of better things to see
I couldn't tell you what path it comes by
I couldn't tell you if it's
And I'm sure one of your friends is about to come over here
'Cause she's supposed to save you from random guys that talk too much
And wanna stay too long
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
Fire not gonna come from me tongue.
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
Let my right hand forget what it's supposed to do.
In
I know it's gonna last
Down by the sea
Is where all the ladies see me
They tried to flash
Be down, but I had to make a dash
He went from
When they wanna come kick it wit a stand up guy
You don't really wanna let a chance go by
Because you ain't been seen wit a man so fly
Baby France
feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is
I'm Gonna Miss You (CeCe's Wedding Song)
Written by Benjamin Winans
Performed by BeBe Winans, Daniel Winans, Marvin Winans
On the eighth a different
moment
Write the book then handing y'all the omen
Sam Cooke long road but I know a change coming
Chance took, if told, they gon press the power button
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