Lyrics:
Illuminating many minds
I've heard the story of a cowboy
Happy in his last days
It was a beautiful life
One day everything will fade away
Time goes by
In front
Everyone calls me a shameless flirt
He's my senior by a couple hundred years
Uh oh Mr Phantom
I think you're very handsome
Uh oh Mr Phantom
I think you're
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
a dream"
And her heart may be broken a hundred times
But the hurt will never destroy her hope
The happy ever after girl
One day finds the perfect boy
A TEMPLE BUILT TO YOUR SELF IMPORTANCE AIR THICK WITH RAGE BLOOD AND BODY ODOR. WALLS ADORNED IN BAROQUE PORTRAITS OV EVERY GIRL WHO TURNED YOU DOWN.
One night long ago
By the light of the moon
An old music master sat composing a tune
His spirit was soaring
And his heart full of joy
When right out
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
My heart's in the country and I'm going back
My name is on the sign up front in flashing pretty lights
Hundreds of people pay to see me every night
his eyes have ever seen
And now this lady's only happy when she dreams
In a lonely motel room some five-hundred miles away
He smokes a cigarette
lost the key
But previously, that part of me
Ran in me so joyfully, I lost the taste to be happy, Tryna draw a portrait of me
From memory just seem so
money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga
understand that pimping ain't easy
I got money (got money)
I got cars (got cars)
Still fucking with them hood superstars (superstars)
Spend a hundred grand
understand that pimping ain't easy
I got money (got money)
I got cars (got cars)
Still fucking with them hood superstars (superstars)
Spend a hundred grand
to the man he put a bag in my hand
Said son don't you understand
This isn't the way out this is the way in
Your doubling your troubling
Three hundred
we're walking these same streets
Coffee at Kean
Salads down by the beach
Reminiscing on teenage dreams
Are you happy
Are you happy
Walking these same
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
I want you to be happy
Happy, happy, happy
Yo, it's time to keep 100 like a century
Joy and happiness will heal you like a remedy
When you show love
dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it's Po
bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
One night long ago by the light of the moon,
An old music master sat composing a tune,
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy,
When
SOCIAL SOBRIETY
withdraw your venom there is a message in truth,
a self obsessed complex projected from our youth
self entitlement and portraits
hundred and ten
Come on baby be my bad boyfriend
It´s wild the way you tease me
It´s wild the way you free me
It´s wild the way you reach me
It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich
They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch
You had kings, queens, princes
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