Lyrics:
can be
Tend the mic when we strike precisely
We freak the level with the funk from the inner
Heaven, give me inner, black as I present a
Flock
passion or humor to strike
What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
All this useless beauty
Good Friday arrived, the sky
crime
And you never know just when
They'll strike
So you better watch your woman
And you better watch your man
Cause no one's safe when love's
you ever wish
We could work a little less, catch a few more fish?
Yeah, maybe one day when we both strike it rich
Cold beer conversations
Just
of mine
It ain't cheap, I ain't lyin'
Strikes pain to hear the price
What's free? My advice
Need the wallet of a baller for this appetite
Unsafe
ain't worth it
But you love dog and that's real talk
Don't nobody wanna put you in the dirt man
I know it's hard out here to get work
Got 2 strikes
way
Tear down the mountains
Yell, scream and shout
Well, you can say what you want
I'm not walking out
Hold back the rivers
Push, strike
Put on your war paint
You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down
Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground
We are
Lightning strike
Inside my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain
Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are
See this in 3D, all lights out for me
All lights out for me, lightning strikes the beach
Eighty degrees, warm it up for me
Finally free, found
beauties and the rash of vein
Nobody knows just when lightning will strike but it always came
And she can't go home tonight
No, she can't go home
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die
My daddy always was on strike
Going off with the teamsters
He
A permanent reminder
Of how we began
No hesitation
When I am commanding the strike
You need to know
That you're in for the fight of your life
You will
Never mind me watching you, never mind the tension
Please excuse me while I dance, I forgot to mention
I'm going on strike
At least for now
Trying
strikes
Had to count up all the paper, took me three nights
Pray the Lord protect my soul, I'm just tryna make it (make it)
Had to leave them niggas
gangsta like you, I'm not really sure but I think I'd like to give you
My number to my cellular phone, give a cold strike when you take me home
Girl, you
winter
She is riding her bike
Like a fugitive of critical mass
She's on a hunger strike
For the ones who won't make it for dinner
She makes enough
On a strike to pay the rent
The last of the rebels
Without a common ground
I'm gonna light a fire
Into the underground
I don't want to live in the modern
There ain't enough
Bourbon in Kentucky
For me to forget you
No there ain't enough
Matches I can strike
To set afire the memory of you
Up goes
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
the hop or two I spit particles follicles written
Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Wrist samurai, glamorize strikes cleaner than
through the window
'Fore the clock strikes two, yeah
I'm sixteen, burstin' at the seams
I'm back in my jeans
And I feel no pain
Kickin' up my heels
yeah, it's been a while
Baby, baby, you get one chance, when you strike the match
Ain't nothing in this life gonna hold me back
Sometimes you gotta
clique, to move they need permission
The plug for a lotta things, I'm the extension
Chords get struck, I got strikes for my chain gang, but muhfuck
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