Lyrics:
get to rest I'm the only living exception
Stuck in between a goddess of love and one of aggression
One is not to be tested
One just wanna be loved
a painting on my wall
Getting aware of the feeling never being bored
Maybe I'm not the best for the rest
I'm never be the guest in your life
And knock at your
survival is a sin I'm the last great saint
I've been informed they're in uniform
Hunting by the hundreds
Evil's coming in it's truest form
Running up
and you'll be happy
A happy smiling face is depicted while a drone delivers a product to a household
No doubt ordered online and packaged by a robot in a giant
fell in love but I was blinded by the worst things
We was talking then we flirting
Never kissing and cuddling so I had to do the testing
She ain't taking
To the rest of the world as Wes or Wesyde
And to my enemies I am the 'Demon in Disguise'
With unknown pride from the bottom of my soul
I didn't know it then but
abound
Proof is in the pudding
Put the spoon into our mouths
While the Fed keep it all
Let the rest of us starve
Stomach shrinks small, I keep
Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone, knocker
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clocker, rocker, rockin' with the rest
Flav in
bitches in amazement
V12 engines only when I'm racing
Keep fat backwoods only in rotation
Tayco on the beat this shit banging
Got a bitch with a wet ass
now he's cruising town
Between Cruces and J town
Zip codes he's gotta get a list
And it goes a little something like this
799 You fill the rest
15 12 24
you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch
Suffocated by my rhymes
Rest your
almost famous bitch.
The bittersweet between my teeth
Tryin' to find the in-between
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Uh, half
the time he arrived in New
York City he was so weakend by tuberculosis. It was necessary for him to
have a cot in the recording studio so that he might rest
betta ask help themself
A forth of the people having good faith
And all of the rest all fucked up in the head
A bald headed stank bitch is about
betta ask help themself
a forth of the people having good faith
and all of the rest all fucked up in the head
a bald headed stank bitch is about to make
Performed by adam sandler, frank, judd, and allen
Transcribed by a fan
M1: "hey, it's great to have us all out on a road trip again this is gonna
to the festive table
With the beautiful candelabrum shining on our heads
Between right and left the Bride approaches
Adorned in ornaments, jewels and robes
Her
day
We ducked down, you know we weren't playing
Bro rev that engine to the max
No way he's getting away
In the Nizz with this pocket rocket
Tryna leave
a clue of how they need to treat you
I wanna be with you in an emotional way
I want to have you by my side every night and day
I wanna make it so you can't
don't forget the rest of us
It all started with a sense of envy and lust
We all parted when the descent of frenzy was a must
Should have darted,
the seams
Been divided by extremes
Live and die by our beliefs
While them vultures fly in circles
Eyes for profit from the scene
No prophets here, just
ZayMigo, ZayTiggy, ZayMigo
I put the bitch on the boat by the shore
100 thousand for my diamond Chuck Norris
I fucked your bitch, when she call
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
We were taking on ourselves
Trying to make it in this world
We were just like the rest
Didn’t doubt or imitate
We kept true to our stakes
We
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