Lyrics:
to keep, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Every night (every night) she prays to the sky
Flashing lights is all she ever wants to see
Begging on her knees to be
Lord
For givin' me all of them
To get me by
Take my money, take my rings
I'd trade it all for just three things
Good friends, good whiskey, and good
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting
Damn
Love or lust
Damn
All of us
Give me a run for my money
There is nobody, no one to outrun me
(Another world premiere)
So give me a run
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, David, you come home to me"
And she said
"Hey rambling boy,
Money burns a hole in my pocket
How I wish I had millions of dollars and nothing to do
But just buy pretty presents for you
Money burns a hole
what you get for your money?
It seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Mama if that's movin' up
Then I'm movin' out
I'm movin'
Yeah
I need somethin' from David Ruffin right now
Where you at, David?
Kick some shit for me, cuh
It's in the air
Yeah
It's everywhere
Haha
enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short-haired,
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"
[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
taking it to new heights
Elevator toilets, he's got it all
Innovating spaces, he's standing tall
Showers in the kitchen, breaking all the rules
David's
It's not all about the money, not all about the fame
See, I don't really get her, she really don't mean a thing
I just need you by my side, don't you
While shepherds watched their flocks by night all seated on the ground
The angel of the Lord came down and glory shone around and glory shone around
One day you'll learn when you get burned
By then it will be too late you ya
Be too late for ya
When the fire spreads and burns, don't you know?
, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound (money, money, money, money)
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
It's accountancy
the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers
Now we gettin' our papers, they try to censor the words
And stop our money comin' but you can't
are too shaky now
And I've spend all my money before I get paid
And I said, David, don't you think it's strange
While you were in your dark room
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it (It's sold)
Under arm Kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, David, you come home to me"
And she said
"Hey rambling boy,
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money
Paris France somehow by chance that I took the Bible out
As I flipped the pages I saw these words
And I knew what it was all about
For I read, "Fear not
The lake, guarded by evil lake knights
God ew David, ew David, ew David
Trust ties, hit yo thighs
You can't take her, you can try
Ima fly to the sky;
shirt
When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop
You used to work at to make a little money
Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
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