Lyrics:
wolf's breath
By the hair of your chinny chin I'll blow you in
And the twig house answered yes
No one left but number three
To save that piglet
crushed that pray mantis
A crime punishable by death that would put your name on the list
rumor is that Santa Claus compiles pages worth of information
but
Hopefully this'll be one of the ones that makes Strays
Doctor Dot and Johnny Venus
We just making hella songs for y'all to listen to
Whatever,
ain't seen, put a MAC on a shotty
Get your ass beat to the death like Gaddafi
Bought a new TEC and it pop like a roxy
We gettin' paid by the shot,
No mountain I can’t climb
With my baby by my side
There’s no cross to bear, no storm that we can’t weather
Until the day I die
It’s me and you,
Hot on a plat
So work the format
See how we do that?
And you're figurin'
We love on the rock
I'ma keep it up front
To maintain the stock
up by the waistband?
Plus, I promised, one day I would take her to Graceland
There's things she needs to see
For instance, I plan on building a family
Accompanying her was a passerby, who
Saw the woman cry
Wondering, can she work it out?
Now she knows that the wages of sin is death
The gift of God is life
Accompanying her was a passerby, who
Saw the woman cry
Wondering, can she work it out?
Now she knows that the wages of sin is death
The gift of God is life
Just give me some time so I can work on your spine.
I'll turn into jelly by being so kind
I'll love you to death before your first grasp for breath
I'll
Down the world is
This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto
Avoid jail legend, fingerprints on full metal
Jackets like design, so that
that
Lined our names up with numbers to see if they matched
Scared to death 'bout the first time, I knew it would hurt
In your house, on your
I come humble
And willing
To serve you
With my voice
I posses the strength lord
to praise you
With my hands
I do your work
most
to be
I rode my bike to Russian Hill
Up Lombard Street I had too much time to kill
It wasn't bad I wasn't sick
Taken by love I never was that quick
But
maken change
Joe was goin to work and mace was catchn dese plays
Dey was my homies it stuck w me now I'm just stuck in my ways
And niggas know they
What's the cost of our freedom deaf dumb bleeding
Receded from God at odds true treason
We need Him He's the reason that were breathing
Oh God our
He works all week
In a place where he'd rather not be
But he's scared to death when he's driving home
He picks up the phone
And she starts to scream
See all that God's done through Jesus His son
Conquered the grave, the risen one
Jesus made a way, safe in Him we will stay
Not saved by our works
here
I have from another dimension
Following the way that is marked by the moon
I have the knowledge to command the elements
I domain the chaos , I'm
me out please, pull me out please
Don't tell me to look away
Because I was blind before I opened my eyes
Funny how that works
Thrust into world with
trash what no one buys
All that you saw was advertised
We are connected by shallow ties
Feelings are grim
A sad lullaby
Sleep until your device calls
fatigue life and purposeless
We are all confused by the way the world works
And we are living in an environment of stress
The solutions lie in us to set
Bullshit MF
Poem by Stavros (Aka: Poet168)
Bullshit Motherfucker
Bullshit Motherfucker
Bullshit Motherfucker
Bullshit! Bullshit!
Everything I say
Been seven years straight of putting the work in
I’m doing what it takes when the bridge is burning
Had no one by my side when I was hurting
Turn
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