Lyrics:
be rebel blood
Just a-runnin' through my veins
But I ain't no hypocrite
What you see is what you get
And that's the only way I know
To play the game
and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
money
She was passing by
It's soon after midnight
And the moon is in my eye
My heart is cheerful
It's never fearful
I've been down on the killing floors
(George)
Who did you say it was brother
Who was it fell by the way
When whiskey and blood ran together
Did you hear anyone pray?
(Gene)
When
Bless me bless me
To the old strains, the strength it's on me
Love for love and blood for fear
Fades for you
Bless me love
Love is amiss who's
and mocked,
But suddenly all their mocking stopped.
For on the wall, there appeared a hand,
Nothin' else, there was no man.
In blood the hand began
of beer dear what's the time?
The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine
Five past nine
Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring
Streets
of beer dear what's the time?
The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine
Five past nine
Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring
Streets
dreams take flight
Let them all go by
All go by
For time will catch us in both hands
To blow away like grains of sand
Ashes to ashes rust to rust
surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in blood out, vatos locos homes, so there's no chocos homes
When we smoke
sky turns black, turns black as if asleep
The king is dead so
Long live the man in me, by divine right
For all kings committed
For all kings old
and the blood starts pumping
Out on the street the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make
and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from nine to five
Workin' nine to five, what a way
working, busting their ass
How they pray for rain
They don't know a thing
About what it takes
Livin' this way
They ain't seen the blood, sweat
taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Ah,
taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Ah,
blood coming to a theater near you
It's all love guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real niggas and thugs
What did
mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done
He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked up
son
Now everything he loved is what you see
Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet
Hanging at the bar here every night
It's good to be back again, oh,
my shit
Jason Derulo!
Now get on over here, and get up on this bed
I'm all upon you, now lock me and whip your legs
Pulled your shirt
Yeah it's Jin
Jason Derulo
Baby I got it
Got what you need
Wanna take you places
You may never wanna leave
Let me be your driver
I'll take
the king
Finds no peace
His work is never done
Night falls
Smoke on the water
Darkness closes in
Cold white hand, in the deep
Will drown you for your
I
When I awaken, remember why I've been running from your
World
Dishonored by your world
Your world
I'm haunted by your world
My blood is
full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with
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