Lyrics:
the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta, yo
Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is
what could he do?
He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that funny day
And if there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because
missing out the punch line
Unless this hanging noose is fitted to be all mine
I stood by everything I loved
While you never understood me much
up
And switch it back to English man
Welcome all of y'all
To our festival
The emotion is
Like a carnival
Music all the around
The world is
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Golden face like versace
Diamonds flashing paparazzi
Golden face like versace
Diamonds flashing paparazzi
are replicas and rhinestones
They ain't ever seen us shine
Baby we're golden
Baby we're golden
I feel like the richest man
The richest man
In the whole
trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune
He gets up each morning and he goes downtown
Where everyone's his boss and he's lost in an angry land
He's a little man
But then he comes uptown
ezizimbokodo
Benikuphi na?
There was a full moon on the golden city
Knocking at the door was the man without pity
Accusing everyone of conspiracy
Tightening
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man
Walking on the ragged streets of time
A man is asking if there is a dime
Someone can spare.
No one pays him any mind,
But surely someone sees
my fears have come true
The Golden Gate is turnin' blue
I'm going down to San Jose by way of the Golden Gate
There's a girl down there with her
come true
The Golden Gate is turnin' blue
I'm going down to San Jose by way of the Golden Gate
There's a girl down there with her sandy blonde hair
I
tears caused by lies
And some people all they see is fear
And they don't realize everyone's right here
Sometimes in early years
We find ourselves trapped
labor by the day
Ain't much pay for a man
[Chorus:]
Haulin' coal down the down river
And he won't be comin' home for a long time
Torches burning
Oh Yeah
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a litte name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
By, by love being demonstrated, by empathy being demonstrated
By graciousness being demonstrated, by everyone being treated as God's image-bearers
Uh
And life is so insane
Look what I've became,
Tryna make a name
All my first dates are interrupted by my fame
Because every picture taken is
Golden rubbers in these denim pockets (denim pockets)
On my waist there's a black Glock (black Glock)
New girl moved on the block (on the block)
to get a goal in the net, which, you know, is always a bonus, and the boys at back stopped Portugal getting through and
erm
theyre a really good side,
Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rolling on over the plains
With the curtains flappin' and the driver a-snappin' the reins
A beautiful sky, a wonderful
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man
So can a woman who passes herself off as a male
They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's
By Thomas McKee
Hi and howdy doody.
I'm a union man
You can call me Rudy.
Any of you boys not paid up on your cards?
You know I'm pleased
on a multiplex marquee, marquee
Never met a man that he couldn't buy down
Never had a second thought about the bailouts
Tragedy, you see, is such a good write off
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