Lyrics:
playing in this wound-to-wisdom game
And the beauty inside
Is the bomb that's blowing
All this terror away
Holding to warrior vision, don't let it sway
Those Songs
Written by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : Stevie really saw the way cause Love's In Need Of Love Today
old-school Johnny Cash
Find an open lane and step on the gas
And don't look back until I leave the city behind
I think I'll meet up with some old friends
Albert: 'neath that old plantation moon.
(while Rosie and Albert sing "America",
chorus sings the conrad theme song-it's all
one big integrated mess)
ch: We
Hold me
Kiss me slowly
I need that old school love
That little pick me up
That we in this together
Ain't nobody switching up
This bond is like a work
It's a nice ass day
And I ain't lettin' nobody fuck my shit up
'Bout to make me a little bit of tea
Hop in my old school and drive straight
worse than getting old
Is not getting old, the block's getting cold
[Chorus]
I hope this song finds you in good health
I got my thinking caps
(you suck)
Your song got age restricted
By YouTube
You bullying mutt
No one cares about your dress you just ugly as hell
You mad because you ain't
she took my freedom
And I idly watched as time passed by
But a warrior cannot hide, I did not fight
In the sun, but the idol I tore down at night
Now, I
the money we can get by working at foods
Red head 16 year old or weed smoking fool
Shout outs to my man Fizzy at school
And also stay safe don't end up being
never, never again
Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
This story is bigger than Jim
Bigger than him, never again
In 1875 A Kiowa Chief by
to call my home
9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old
Found not guilty back in '93 victim of society
Hatred and mass murder thoughts inside of me
My
The bell rings, school's out
Friends go crazy, Teachers shout
Time slips by, a year is gone
Guess I'll kick another summer back
And sing this
idols fall
cs we watch with morbid eyes
Some go young and some go old
cs they go back to their fire
Willy nilly warriors come
But they die befote they´re
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
Old enough to remember
There were 2 genders
Saturday freestyle around the bonfire
Taco Bell on the roof, of my 98 Chevy
I could tell it was you, I
Song title: who's crazy
Artist: KorahIrun/ Similu
Lyrics:KorahIrun/ Similu/Sun
Prod by :Crystal_Hitboy
man i chilling in the shotgun old school
practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat, these motherfuckers know it
cold
They burn baby burn
Old school dons now rest in urns
Upon the mantle
Families remain dismantled
Shattered from the 12 gauge that sprays
And shatters
school,
I see them around
August is here I can't believe how fast
Soon there will be winter and snow on the ground
Maybe by then I could get my own
it be materialistic and
Explicit out the tongue?
Riding in my cousin old school catalac
With my arm hanging out and
My shades dark black
Everyone was
the staircase man
Fifth period smoking dope by the entrance man
Walking to school smoking with Spivey fam
2015 niggas out here pressing xans
It's a blurred year
feeling great just writing more songs
For you
And every other person feeling down
Got that old school vibe
With that new school sound
Underrated yes
But I
Same old thing you always hear
Small town boys sitting by the pier, yeah
Casting lines and drinking sweet tea
75 degrees we were making memories
But
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