Lyrics:
from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet till
can't see (see)
You're more than enough for me (why)
Why can't they just let us be (can't they just let us be)
And leave us alone
Baby (baby), these
to an end, I don't even care
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a big rockstar
Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice than
we stole your soul
I set styles off dog, y'all are fuckin mimics
Man I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics
Run my mouth off like high
more entertaining
Than talking about his hot sister
You're just jealous because Leonard's
Sister picked a thirty-year-old that lives
With his mom over
gave me a million pounds
Because I’d have a million pounds
K: Could you listen to Westlife
For more than an hour?
LK: Just about, for a million pounds
the 9th grade
years ago so i ain’t worried bout it
try to say he’s just a friend like just a friend and nothing more than that
perfect match by the star
punk!
You're a punk no good motherfucker man
Freddie I thought you was better than that man
You're a weak muh'fucker man
Dude you soft! Motherfucker
to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here,
but my homies are family too, third cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got
Can we be more than friends?
Can we be more than friends till the end?
Baby come with me, we're going straight to the top
Gotta make up your mind,
the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell
In six more years to wonder what the time could tell
That's 666 still no signs of a three-sixty deal
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul
I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
Pic Is Fake But Put Me On Yo Top 8
You Got A Friend Request So Put Me On Yo Top 8
I See U Busted But Put Me On Yo Top 8
[Outro: Brandon T Jackson
not, if you think so
You think slow, so don't think, ho'
Freddie Gibbs run up in
Cribs like Kris Kringle
Touch down and talk more shit than Ocho Cinco
My friends, real friends, better than your friends
That's how we keep poppin' out that Benz, yeah
No foes, real friends, we ain't even got
design gold
By design never fold
Talk less and do more
Do more or talk less
You could say you want this
You should just be topless
And baby let me rock it
than this, there’s gotta be more than this
There's something more
There’s gotta be more than this
Something more
Thankful for those by my side through
than this, there's got to be more than this
There's something more
There's got to be more than this, there's got to be more than this
There's something
she wanna be more than friends
Yeah she wanna be more than friends
Used to link with you
Way back then was something new
I could tell you bout it by
divine Decline and Fall
Seems pretty flimsy
No more than a whimsy
By way of contrast
On Saturday last
I went to a marvelous party
We didn't start
"Even his friends say he isn't human"
Even friends have to cut something
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
He was more
they'll bring you happiness and love
But life is more than just some lavish potions
I will show you
Who I really am
I'm devotion
I'm the rage of the ocean
But life is more than just some lavish potions
I will show you
Who I really am
I'm devotion
I'm the rage of the ocean
I'm the love in motion
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