Lyrics:
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How you not think I’m gon’ make it I’m a Star of David
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Young & uneducated, that’s just how I played it
Shawty by my side I got my brothers wit
dy-na-might before it blows
Who needs a band when the beat just goes boom!
He's Grandmaster, he cuts faster
We're the Furious, serious, and ever so
look and learn
See how a hot *** cook and burn
A *** earn like David Stern
Mixed with Big Worm when he off that *** now
Bust a you-turn, come by your
she like my homie (let's go)
I'm King Tut with my gold chain (gold chain)
My partner with me, he the dope mane (yeah)
Straight gas, nigga, that BP
it
Slidin' in the Demon, but lowkey he a Christian (skrrt)
I know how it feel to give my mama a house
I know how it feel to pour a four right by
From Grace To Grace, So Amazing
by David Erickson
Verse One
Before the beginning of time, God created a perfect plan.
He knew man would sin
Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could fucking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I fucking love y'all
Let's get
be how to write a song
Piggybacking on existing content can be nice
What if the energy I'm looking for it came from my own voice?
What if he's just by
don't act hassadiddy
You be all on the block
Or posted up in the drop
And everybody get a band
Whether you like it or not
But how you girls blow up
bear,
he doesn't know even how to talk or anything else, stupid git! Anyway! The Clairvoyant, Prisoner, and
Heaven Can Wait were recorded in front of you
beating
There won't be a day that goes by where I will not be grieving
David, how could you leave them
And before I could feel any anger
It was my turn
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
I'm
nigga ain't tryin to run up then i will
Hit it from behind that's how i polly wit mines
Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign
Yea got
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi
Ice Cube, all about the Benjis
Spend ten bands
of my best friends Derek Mangareu
"see'mon man can I be down can I be down witcha crew?"
He had one by the name of Masters of Control
I wanted to be
spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss
Well he was sitting by me, at the beach front bar
He seem pretty tore up so I bought him a beer and we lit up a couple Cuban cigars
Well a couple
Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no
the table
Oh, wow, oh, wow, how wonderful she feels
The country doctor whistles across the meadow
And the schoolboy, he hops up and says, gee whiz
be hurtin' right by my waist band (waist band)
Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (a man)
On all ten, I still stand, I see
Damn, baby, I don't know if you dance or not
I'd love to see you on the pole
I don't know if you conservative, or if you're a freak
But I'd love
tortured and amazed
By how Daivd always got the answers right
Now later on, I knew this guy,
He was in high school I think
Had lots of friends and was
small but oh my
Little David was small but oh my
He fought big Goliath
Who fell down and dieth
Little David was small but oh my
Scared he was
Scared he
of our Heavenly Father
Who is up above
Do you think about how much He gave up
Just for love
Oh to see the moon
Moon through
Your eyes, your eyes, your
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