Lyrics:
right hand (brrt, brrt)
Pyrex in my left (chef, chef)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef, chef, chef)
Spirit Bomb (bomb, bomb)
You niggas on a long ting
I - am - forgotten - by - you all - and I - would not be the one that reminds you I am
god complex, savior that doesn't exist / grand master
of mercy fill my cup over
Wind beneath our wings you make us soar
You are the God before and forever more
He’s the King the King the King of Zion
(All hail
shade, freckles, hair
The curious sympathy one feels
When feeling with the hand the
Naked meat of the body
The circling rivers, the breath
And breathing it
of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers
of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers
hands
They are tied
And the noose won't loosen
I wouldn't wish this
On my
Worsted of enemies
Cursed to search
For what should be
Right in front of me
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
know that you're new to St. Thomas
Place where good times are made yeah I promise
You'll love this johnny cake If I being honest
We can check out
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and I don't see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like
No, won't let you drain me down now and ever
I break away from you
I break away from you
It's hard to breath and my hands are tied
I can't let go as I
but I don't know if she know
My hands are tied, I couldn't tell her even if she fucking gone (uh)
She was not no hard to find, because the way she glow
losing my mind
You put me out of my misery, put me out for the very last time
I wanna know what it feels like, I'm reaching up but my hands are tied
Life
I can never replace
Aware I'm not the same
Now my wounds have been opened
Sometimes I still get carried away
My hands are tied
And my heart is frozen
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
and welcome to Hurlingham
Park. You join us just as the competitors are running out onto the
field on this lovely winter's afternoon here, with the going firm
with our hands
Digging in the Tuscan soil
Planting peas and cabbage
Nourished by the toil
Here in Cuomoville
We don't need chains of gold, whoa-oh
What's the plan when they are MAGA cappin' on a Sunday mornin'
Hands lifted, socials lookin' like they whole religion is they're politickin
And they
sighed
She's got her mind made up, but her hands are tied
Oh Lord, how she cried!
Lord, that the soul is fried.
Spend your whole life in your own
Maybe I could spend my eighth
Playing with the lights
Till our insides are warm cause I
Miss reading all the words that your body writes
You’re perfect by
the hell are you around
You should be indoors, keep a social distance from the people
Protect your loved ones, by staying away that shit is simple
But no,
for?
Do you want me here for you?
What are you waiting for?
I think you want it too
And to take you by the hand
And show you what to do
What are you
the rain while the ground fell depressed
I hope the knocks can wait outside
I'm struck by your stun-gun eyes
Once again my hands are tied
I woke up turned
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