Lyrics:
I was five years old when daddy started packin'
And I stood there by my mamma
As she cried
And the next thing that we knew
Some old train came
Things will never be the same
Still I'm awfully glad I came
Resonating in the shape of things to come
Never waiting when I know there's only one
things
Real ugly for the 9-9
It's goin down ya'll
Oooh this is ugly
Drop a bomb on them Flex
Yeah, it's hot ya'll
Real hot, hot to death
B.I
6 pounds and 9 ounces, lookin' up at me
Like I have all the answers
I hope, I have the ones you need
I've never really done this, now I know what
most men were awake
Sweet William said he was troubled in his head
From a dream he had last night
He called his weary waiting maids
By one, by
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
you amount to the same thing
Everyday like Per Diem
Never trying to be nothing, better than what you are being
One nation under the cool, should be
Written by Sammy Masters, Richard Pope and Tex Satterwhite
(As released by Patsy Cline 9/9/58)
If I could see the world
through the eyes
I'm a hard workin' man
I wear a steel hard hat
I can ride, rope, hammer and paint
Do things with my hands that most men can't
I can't get ahead
This Time Next Year
WrittenÃ'Â by Babyface, David Foster,
Toni Braxton(2001 from the album Ã'"SnowflakesÃ'")
Performed by Toni Braxton
Verse 1
This
this girl I shouldn't stay
But hey guess what?
I stuck by her anyway
O Lord, I'm glad I did
Just look what I'd be missing if I'd listened to that
never understand I'm not the same
You better call the triple 9, I want a face
That you can only recognize
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I
the headphones on
Deep in the dream chamber
And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face
Hoping you don't break my stereo
Because it's the one thing that I
there was something I could say
To the one that I keep missing every night and every day
There's things you learn to live with, now that's all I ever
some change, put the range wit' the stained wood
Now chicks, they keep they eyes on me
Wanna grind on me
Haters plotting so I keep my nine on me
You
Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll
Ignitin'[g strife] like every form of light,
Then moved by bold design,
Slid in that thing and it grew wings,
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
It was blood,
may know why, still I will get by
Oh, there was so many things
That we could have shared, uh-huh
And time was on our side (time was on our side)
Oh,
Counting is wonderful counting is marvelous
Counting's the best thing to do
Counting is happiness counting is ecstasy
I love to count, don't you?
an artist I'm a fucking work of art
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing missing is a bitch like you
You wanted perfect
You got
heaven sent anomaly
I know you been working 9 to 5
Doin' overtime
Chiefing on your life, missing all the vibes
I never thought about you
You call me all
sound?
One by one, baby, here they come
He wants it easy, he want it relaxed
Said, "I can do a lot of things, but I can't do that"
Two steps forward,
pride
I like the Christian life
I won't lose a friend by heeding God's call
For what is a friend who'd want you to fall
Others find pleasures in things I
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