Lyrics:
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son
I'm tryna be a better man for myself first
Pray the God, my sons will find out what they really worth
This shit is hard and I really can't figure out
[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son?
[Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one
[Havoc:] Told you I got you my
get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder by
I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next
live a little
I drift the tense
From Rhiddle
Like the wind
Its in my past
Although I'm camped
Hither
I won't bend a little
Gotta give all that I got
curdled milky clouds.
Raven nags alarmed high above in the dark sky.
Foehn wind fools the winter's day.
How taste the clouds?
Like cotton candy? Crunchy
your strength, without never quitting.
The storm suddenly hit, there's no safe havens or places to be, winter in may took us by surprise
Brother, it
you have hope when all that you've known is gone my friend
What will you feel when the wind leaves a chill, winters here
when the leaves have left
even though no music is playing.
We make love by candlelight on another winter's night.
And I hope this was last,
I wanna stop time, so this moment
that's how we live up in the Bridge
You just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a bid
25 naw kid you gettin' life
Forever burnin' in hell
Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep
Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky
Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy
You live
Close your eyes, hear the thundering rain
Here inside of the torture and pain
For the cries of the world and the last lives remain
Hear your
an angel sent for me
Or maybe my struggle was orchestrated like a symphony
Righteous son
You live by the gun
You die by the bullet
You feel the heat when
like driving in the winter
With the top down
Yeah, I guess that's my drive
I'm built for this life, I just feel too alive
Only real ones by my side
Brian's life, It's that time to say goodbye
It's that time we all know why.
As winter pushing its grocery cart on by
And spring brings a scent that gods
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
Heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
You see some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring
And they've never heard of Santa Claus
They've never heard the story of the Son of God
That
You see some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring
And they've never heard of Santa Claus
They've never heard the story of the Son of God
That
the roof
Raise the roof because it's all on fire
Not done by the sun or electrical wire
Not done by sons stricking matches with
live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name
hoes to catch it
I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin
Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you lord for givin' me wind
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