Lyrics:
my lives count up to nine
I can’t feel cause when I was with you I was fine
But when you up and left you stole the whole heart of mine
Putting it out
Young D can I go deep
Be alive and nothing can bring you down
You won't die young
You go live am too much you won't die
You won't you won't you won't
If you wanna earn the same as him. Nah Granny I'm done I want my fair share all that working hard they still murdered George Live on air yeah another
Yo
Okay, it’s Nicky Nick
From the crib
You trying to hate
I’m trying to live
I’m trying to play
I’m trying to give
Your second string the violin
Work
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
""Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see
pray before I lay down by your side
If you receive your calling before I awake
Could I make it through the night
Cherish the love we have
We should
are leaving my tomb
And every piece will be consumed
By the love my heart endured
But if you do
What you do
Yeah, you'll do fine
Yeah, if you do
Some fight to live, others settle for survival
It's your world, you can write the line you live your life on
It's heavy but you're strong, just hold
pray before I lay down by your side
If you receive your calling before I awake
Could I make it through the night
Cherish the love we have
We should
Yeaaaa yeaaaaah aaaaayeeee ayyye
They don't understand the things we go through
How we live but when we come together
Now they claim to know how we
our soul is calling
This is a song for everyone we've loss and everyone we are looking for
For those killed by the police and those killed by our own
London is drowning, and I, I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
runner only calling shots at the bar
Imma talk my shit cause can
America freedom of the speech law of the land
Quick to put a nigga in a jam
George Dixson
calling you
Let it go boy, let it be
Wear a fast gun and you'll be all right
Through the fight, stand by me
Wear a fast gun and you'll live tonight
Holding
on
I'll tell you what's going on
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross the seas?
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers, indeed
Got mommas
never can behave
You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic
Music all around me, crazy music, music that keeps calling me so
Baby close
clockin like my timing aint that great
But I'm two steps ahead
I was early you was late
Call me Trill Clinton gettin dome countin cake
Or better yet George
falling
And friends are calling you
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
Let's go, let's look
the rain comes falling
Oh my God you got me on my knees calling
Oh my god you got me on my knees calling
Out for help
So much time has gone by
And we're so
lives
Wicked
Our minds
Calling out for the end of times
Brainwashed by generations
Of your sick tales
But we're no worse than you
New World all hail, all
to love
Always trying to impress your friends
Intoxicated by adrenaline
You're racing down a dead end road
We all know how that story goes
You live like
Told Shawdee Eyem Bhahd
Michael Jackson
Filling up My Bhahg
Shte-Steady Racking
If you hating on my ahxhse
Your pockets broken
Running up the cash
Thinking of you
I have have my lens and you have yours too
The world is calling
Calling for time
Where do we draw the line?
Monday through Friday
My
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