Lyrics:
be safe with me
I've got my guitar in hand
I'll play you a song by your favorite band and
Just you and me
The party's just begun
A special concert for
to know how does the song go
Come hear Uncle John's band by thriver side
Got some thing's to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
Come here Uncle
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But
through struggles, then you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to follow my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows through every wound
a nap, nap, nap
Don’t come at me, we ‘gon get to clap, clap, clap
Say one more word you get slapped, slapped, slapped
Too many bands on my name, that’s
tonight
Out here it's still dead leaves buried by fallen snow
Until the summer sun returns to save my soul
Spare me songs about your sun-bleached life
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
quit the band
This rock and roll is under too much control
By the rules of a man
So bye bye New York, Chicago, L.A
Austin, Philadelphia PA
I'll visit you
Think I printed it up, like a copy machine.
Y'all niggas forgave, for trying to copy my team.
I blow them bands. (I blow them bands.)
Like ceiling
Dance to a new song. These thoughts won't leave my head. You take a chance when you move on. Turn a negative to positive.
I take turns with what's
on the floor
Because the song's not over
And if the song's not over
That means I still haven't danced with my crush yet
And I still haven't danced with my crush
want
You ain't my bitch, why you call my phone
DND, just leave me alone Ran up some bands, just sitting at home
Ran up some bands, just sitting at home,
myself, myself, myself, Money!
It don't count it up by itself, nah
Smokin' your boof ain't high yet
I feel like a pirate
Got smoke in my eyelids
I'm with my
song go play
That bihh gon' go like
Run up dem bands, don't worry about bitches
Stay out my plans, keep me at your mentions
All in my pants, this ho
out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he say
Hell yeah, turn it up, right
out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he say
Hell yeah, turn it up, right
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
band
I lost my watch in Yellowknife
And there was hell to pay
I threw a tantrum on the stage
And then I sulked all day
And it's whip, whip your
old song
Outshined by colours shows
This ritual got old
For a loss that's never known
I'll find my own way home
For a lesson I would not trade
No
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-m
Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, I'm sitting in the booth, writing songs I'm off that juice
Shawty by my side, ain't no telling what I do
by the flock man I make em' drop
All these song hit the top man just give me props
Hit the corner see the drop yeah
Yeah f*** a opp get them bands
your feet in the Earth
Dig deep, rebirth
You can carry all that comes your way
Rise in resilience, find your grace
Put your toes in the sand
Sink in,
this gate-less gate
It keeps changing shape
I gotta razor blade dangling by a thread on the cutting edge
Try ta' try ta'
Try to put me in a box
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