Lyrics:
I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
Now all those memories are all replaced
By oversized pickup trucks
That
Call me Michael Jordan cause I'm scoring like its Game 3
Ya bitch look better when she with me
I was on stage and yall booed me off
Now I'm getting
One for depression and sadness
Two for the anger and spite
Three for those of us developing habits
For anxiety singing us asleep at night
One for
in a year
Now times that by 3, that's 15 and I'm only 21
But you might get the track a year from now, March 12th, 2021
Hmm, maybe I'll name the track 3
It's three AM in the morning
There's drugs out and weed we smoking
I love the money and love the foreign's
She popped a xan and now she snoring
I wish we had more time
I know that after all this dark
the sun is bout rise
Is bout to rise
Ah ah ah ah -ise (X3)
Is bout to rise
Is bout to rise
Ah
grateful for three’s
Cause That’s what held us together
Till we fly I’ll be Reppin
Stood the time for the better
Bounce ideas then make em
Through
Oh oh oh oh oh (Yeah)
Oh oh oh oh oh (Yeah)
I done had 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 shots
Now I'm in my box (Ya) (Box)
Yeah Yeah Yeah Now I'm in
ventana baja, el dedo del medio al cop (Fuck the cops)
I don't know how many bitches I have by my side (Side)
Tens or hundreds, I'm creating this to fly
Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in
trust in our
Spears, Swords, Shields
Bones, Flesh and Blood
Covering our knees
Writing on the sand..in our souls, in our dreams
3 HUNDRED
300 of Sparta
C, divided by da epic three.
Man I got-ta love being me.
Ha-ha, k-a-chin-g
I don’t know what half y-all yapping bout (Stop gossiping)
Please keep
you skater me brains
when you walk pass by
I just de observe you
you gat me stearing at you
wishing that you're mine too...eh eh eh!
yes I love the way
and prophets
To a virgin came the Word
From a throne of endless glory
To a cradle in the dirt
Praise the Father, praise the Son
Praise the Spirit, three in one
and prophets
To a virgin came the Word
From a throne of endless glory
To a cradle in the dirt
Praise the Father, praise the Son
Praise the Spirit, three in one
....mesmerized
By the ...
resavor between ya thighs
& I think it’s clear to the world that you are mine
Spiritual butterfly
My psychedelic lover
kiss on my 3
space for the wingers by drawing out the opposing defenders, allowing Wilson and Sancho to get in behind. Marangone is an interesting choice; hes been
and prophets
To a virgin came the Word
From a throne of endless glory
To a cradle in the dirt
Praise the Father, praise the Son
Praise the Spirit, three in one
me Wayne C3 Hello, stop trying
I can see through your eyes
And my heart is cold like ice
‘Cause I got lotta bitches, slide by my side
Call it pride if
Re: Album lyrics Aku na Uba by the real T wise
T
Tee Wise
to ONErpm
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The lyrics of the album Aku na Uba byb(the real t wise)
Fleeing from war in the endless sea
Loneliness and solitude had corrupted me
Days in the sun, light from the moon
Swollen by madness, sanity will
my bad thoughts
I was saved by the bell
One, two, three
Now my soul is free
I don’t have an easy life
With a lot of strifes
Two, three, four
Hook
It’s the tale of 3 desperadoes
They gave no fucks or sorrow
Where the women were they followed
Leaving trails of broken bottles
Dusty Leigh
you see I am sad boy
你应该可以看到
living in the sad nigh
夜晚的我
Won’t switching no side
还是如此坚定
always by your side
一如既往
Can’t wait to see
穿过你的发梢温暖的光线 i want
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