Lyrics:
protect
No ready, set, no
So many faces, ages, races used to live here and then left this place
Nothing can replace, the feelin of somebody you were G's
the streets I gained here was dope better run
On my training wheels still ego trippin
tip toe on egg shells need yield my field getting too heavy to hold my
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
But we're Lyrical Apostle
If not so
We're still here just to rock souls
Q The Prophet's verse
I remember back in the dayz
When LL was rockin bells
too dark)
She stabbed me, now I'm scarred (now I'm scarred)
She left me here to die (to die)
But bitch, I'm still alive (I'm still alive)
Way too lost
We're no good, for each other
Bad but we still stay together
Maybe time, yes in time
Time will tell if we can change.
What if we got married, what
You were fake to me
I had to get another bitch for the ride baby
But I don't love her like I loved you
You was my baby
I used to have you by my side nah
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
how I don't like to be by myself
You know I'm just here by all by my self
Why what's going on?
Maybe take a bubble bath you know what I'm sayin'
Ya,
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here
Wait it out
Gonna wait it out
Be patient (wait it out)
If there were no rewards to reap
No
kitchen in a Canada Goose
Famous as fuck but I'm still in the cut when they round up the troops
I'm just a sicko a real sicko when you get to know me
just never learn, I’ll never learn
Written by Chris O’Gorman
Vocals & Guitar – Chris O’Gorman
attacks, leaving human devastation
I can't relax, cause they're fake facts, that we're always gonna be facing
Petrol pumping, pedophile humping, pistol
Were in freefall school
At the same exact time as Marcus was
In the worst incident in Seal history
Long story short Marcus is alive and I go
On to wanna
sehen
Doch mit Hass, ja (flex)
We're in the jungle
And while we're around here you are playing by my rules
'Cause everyone knows
Fighting me is
yeah
Turns out, that I was wrong 'cause
This is my comeback song, yeah
And by the grace of God
I'm still here
Hope is rising, waking up my soul
even been a year
But still had pain inside the music
I was dying over here
I was hooping, relieving some stress
Saw this nigga Donnie from the West
ten cups of coffee
And you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone
'Cause no one's here
Left me
ten cups of coffee
And you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone
'Cause no one's here
Left me
would you remember me after all these years?
(Wish you were here, wish you were here)
I am changed by your absence
I am changed
Moving forward every day
wouldn't let it get me down
He sent His angels; they were camped all around, look at me now
I'm still here, I'm still here
I've made it through, so
of the process
I lay a hater snug like a tucked child
Start spraying hit you by accident like a butt dial
Still got dreams but I dream less
No stress I'm fly
THE BLACK
Bitch Im faded bitch im faded bitch im geeked
Off the molly Ima fuck the hoe and turn her to a freak
Im still faded im still faded off that other
.png/220px-Pink_Floyd,_Wish_You_Were_Here_(1975).png "Wish You Were Here")
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