Lyrics:
from up above
My darling, I need you, more each day
I'd be contented dear
If only you would say
I'll be yours forever, sweetheart
Our love is real,
to me baby
Make space alt Delete Darling
Ohh yeah
Hotspot WiFi
Move a little closer WiFi
I jus wanna hold yah
my darling
And have you by my side mmh
entire nous,
Darling, how are you?
And how are all
Those little dreams
That never did come true?
Awfully glad I met you,
Cheerio and toodle-oo
Little pill makes a quiet puppy
Oiled chainsaw makes an easy cut
Little pill makes a quiet puppy
One easy cut
No one came to your party
You ate cake by
baby! Where you going?
[Mike G]
Dina! Never should have seen her
Hooked by her look now I feel like I need her
Body so pure, she's shaped like
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is the one that I left way behind
And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.
You need to go
on coming while we
Running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules little Ceaser
Go ask your homie how I'll leave you
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
a little company
Advancing for it all
My mouth wide with nothing to say
Darling, you're the cause
My mind's in disarray
Bothered by the thought
To be put
need a little ganja, quick by any means
Cause I just wanna light up, smoke a lil weed
Catch a long flight up, doing what I please
Watch the sun rise up,
and swallowin'
Takin' the makin', bitin' and borrowin'
Brothers try and others die to get the formula
But I'm a let 'cha sweat. You still ain't warm
You
the, true enliven with a youthful vengeance
And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence
You need at least twelve jewels to practice
to stand up and just
Fight for what you believe in
I don't call it violence
I just call it self-defense
Call it black intelligence brought
To by the people
fraud (woo)
Preacher told me that I need to live my life with grace (grace)
Lawyer wanted twenty 'fore he even touched the case (damn)
Boy you be
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
Yeah, by the way, we blood brothers
Yeah, kill a mothafucka
Shedidia, doobie, doobie, doobie, doobie
Boy, I ain't playin' with a nigga
Yeah, I
and the building that's falling apart
Little boy needs a pair of shoes and this is only a part of Soulsville
Some of the brothers' got plenty of cash
Tricks
the only thing need but i'm impatient like a little fucking kid in the car
Waiting for his chocolate bar, now hes growing up in this fucked up world
Fucking
hear a thing
It go in one ear and out the other like a bullet out the muzzle of a pistol shot
By brothers standin' point-blank range
Niggas bang in
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
a little closer, darling
It won't be the same
Without you
And it's hard to say
I love you, divine...
No!
Don't go!
Goodbye
As you can see
You're apart
goin now?
Take my hand my child, and let me show you how
Cause I'm here to help
Those who need Knowledge of Self
Young brothers and sisters, considered
You can't dig this then man you need a _____
Where's the jam I search like (I'm gonna?)
Find the party kick it like thunder
Back in the day they
the hardships
Pardon my need to be swift with how I start this speech
Who you more like? Malcolm or Martin?
The game that they play with us, brother, don't
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