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I come from trenches lotta days I had to sit and suffer
I lost my mind and went and found it
Had to rediscover
I had to realize niggas out here

Gold shoes, she's a heavy metal lover wearing
Gold shoes, never under cover with them
Gold shoes, she's a stone cold stunner
When daylight comes, I hide

a diamond in the rough even money ain't worth your love
I'm low-key on my payroll hunting for the big five
True story no lie life cover for my child
Stuck in

Me and my homies you know
We be the ones with the shit
Gunna gunna gunna
You a runner runner
Booty soft like butter butter
She a freak under the covers

my mother
Rhyme so smooth ain't even stutter
Cant believe that it ain't butter
Blowing up there goes my cover
Where my manners in the gutter
Close

teh igo shoot the
Keep you safe i keep you cover
I go dey there

Shey you go dey there
When I call on you
You no go busy mi calling
Shey you go pick up oh

on
All these haters need flavor because
I see some of them missing the sauce
I'm a have a good ass time tonight
Some friends be broke but I'll cover

and we are His cubs
Jesus with me, I be taking them dubs
I'm going to church, I ain't going to clubs
Jesus, He cover me, just like some gloves
Holy Spirit,

these scars on my body wish I could cover with some bands

Am here burning in the flames, wet in rain, for a better place
Mama I'm the star on a war for

they're watching me
Here for money then straight to the exit
Same as UK, I don't fuck with no one Brexit
But if you try to play me then run for cover baby

mind me
You know
You know
You know
Yeah, you know

Never judge a book by it's cover
When push come to shove, he got juked by a sucker
He went from hype

Coming to terms that I am see through
Cover my sins when I do not need to
Crying out to the open air
I'm left with the silence of a broken stare
Jesus, He

come with a price list
Back page postin' bout a cover girl with no kids

So you know, that pussy tighter than bolts on the Brooklyn Bridge
Wake up, dick

niggas don't even fuck with the man
Yea that's cool, that's cold, ima cover again
Shorty bad, that's new she wanna fuck with the man
But I'm 3 past 5 so

Tears of a Clown

Brian Joens

Honeywagon

1995

Oh yeah, baby,
 
Now if I appear to be carefree, 
it's only to camouflage my sadness
in order to shield my pride 
I try to cover this hurt with

get a snack and such
Still trying to be the goat but don't practice much
Trying to cover them dirty secrets by dressing up
That's a bad look cuzzo,

Them days with the rats and the roaches
The toilet was broke, we would piss in the sink
Cover fumes with the dank
Some bad fuckin' days, huh
Lately lost

miles, The real is always multiplying , the fake is just dying, the world is gonna know who I am, I cover my neck in some diamonds, you know that we

thirty I do solemnly swear
I withstood all weathers
And if you don’t take cover there’s no assurance you'll ever recover coz it’s all hail Wang suckers

every time
and drag your mouth to smile
If sickness is your cover
I'll try not to look down
I'll try not to look down

For if you're sick of cradling

cover
You cheat on me, then it's over
Love is a drug, pussy so good
Young nigga I'm eating
I'm leaving no left overs
Ufuna lo, ufona lo, ufuna mina ufuna

smoke with my mother
She prolly wouldn't trip as much, that's a great mother
I wish I was a sucka
Being real got a nigga crying under covers
But nobody

memories were a puzzle and I had to put it all together without a cover
Now whether the weather is cloudy or sunny, I'll make it to the end of the journey

cover, also don't judge its shelf
I'm bouta get it how I live and I don't need your help
We breaking out of this prison, but the whole world is Hell
Don't