Lyrics:
JT, you the man
She said, damn, your arm's so strong, I said, lil' bitch, just call me Lance
I just sipped another four, I think I'm in a fuckin'
wszystko. Me odbicie w nim - nieczystość
Tak bardzo chciałbym by zniknął - ten zły ja, co grzeszy myślą
Wiesz często siebie się boję, a dokładnie tego co
(Intro)
Yeah
I rap about shit I know about
Fly forreal
Baby
I like ya pants
(Verse)
Ass like Keisha lance I got to the bottom of it
What's up
see let me tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me mane
Yeah ya heard right
I hit
Levant Sun
Steaming Stallions
Warhorses snort
Rumbling Splendor
Mounted Cohort
Furious Ram
Faith and Might
Merciless Charge
God on their Side
Lances
Desperate diversion Elusive maneuvers Erupt in a frenzy Impelling determined attack Split by the wrath of a blubber lance Pain is not conceived Evil smelling
Yeah, yeah, yo
Mad Child and C-Lance, we formed an alliance
Fuck these bitches, we the horniest ornery giants
The way I rap's mathematics, it's
lance pierre
À bientôt 30 berges?
Le diable n'est jamais loin
D'celui qui tend l'verre
Mourir pour les siens c'est
Toute une gamberge
Qu'est-ce que tu vas
t’fatigué
C’est Funny, quand face aux fais s’enfui
L’écho nous poursuit
Fatalité! Comme un hamster dans sa cage
Ou Dam mais sans le
Ash j’suis lancé
and Lance used to blare
At every Junior High Dance
While my mom was in
The basement watering plants
With the xenon lights
Rural life ain't polite
Welcome
Rime sharpens my lance
Famished is my dance
Seas my garden
Sky my house
Freezing fire
All life douse
Sweeping forth to the coast
I bring doom to a host
when I borrow my folks' wheels
(But you can't drive) whatever, our van died
(Get a good bike) who I look like, that Lance guy?
I ain't pushing no
again and make some songs with C-Lance
Don't know if I owe anyone a public apology
I was busy polishin' raps on tour demolishin'
When shit takes off
As I came in by Auchindoun
A little wee bit frae the town
When to the Highlands I was bound
To view the Haughs of Cromdale
I met a man in tartan
deep!!
Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his head just awaiting
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
I tried my best to stop them, yes, I tried to make them wait
And I appealed to their decency show mercy on this
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
crucified
A lance was stabbed in his side
The Grail collected the pouring blood
Thus blessed by the Son of God
A cup of gold a sacred stone heaven choose
and and the lance,
We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France,
We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France.
We could wait no more,
In
nombreux sont ceux qui la fuient
Si t'arrives Yahia me demande wesh Morray c'est qui là-uic'
Drive-by dans ta grand-mère lendemain je m'en rappelle plus
ressens la tate-pa, drive by en allemand 4x4
GSXR, roue arrière, 93 que des barbares
Toujours sur le tarmac, armé jusqu'au Air Max
Bébé sache que mon
as they stay the same
Produced by David Rosenthal
Words and Music - Jane
Lead vocal- Jane
Backing vocals - Jane/David Rosenthal
Programming - David
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