Lyrics:
And we'll go play pirates down by the creek
Gold to the triump, death to the weak
Ma'am, I think your baby has a fever
Sam, she's out of gas, we'll have
and knees have prepped
It's not a ring, so save your breath
"Will you?", "I do .", and kiss
Bound by the gold and amethyst
I see you wearing it
These
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
Back when I make her look by
One drink of respectable rhy
The other player in the honky tonks
Would have to work on the sly
One two was known
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
"Yes, sir" and "Yes, mam". You never said no. You know? Huh.
But, you know, things are changing nowadays. It's a new day,
babies. Folks want
a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And that amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
invisible set
Even granny had gold for real
Even granny had gold around her neck
Got-gotta let your light shine
Soon as they start hating at the right
like crows
Y'all force is small fry while i stay sly in dark robes
My rhymes aerodynamic yo like sharp arrows
Words fly thru your apparel and get stuck
And it carried a young man, these words he did say.
Chorus:
Come live by the great moon that rules the strong tide,
Climb upon my horse love
my next be?
40K on a Plain Jane, gold Presi'
Got the best seats, sittin' by the coach
Where the Nets be
Jumbotron, you could see the drip
Where
Scrap?
I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?
Hold up that's goods rap, pardon sir
I just like good rap, but when I see goods I give his
more like diamonds and gold
He out of control, he out of control, he out of control, yes sir
He under control, he under control, he out of control , okay
I got my mind set, I ain’t calling no blind
Keep the same bet, yes Sir I’m taking my time
I see a bunch of opportunity
I’m stunted by the beauty
Why
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
fellow in a suit that smelled of flames
Hello my friend I'm here to help don't you try to guess my name
Now I'm standing on the edge. Hanging by a thread
And a song in their hearts by and by!
JEAN KAYAK RAISE UP YOUR APPLEJACK,
THE LEG-END, IS ONE-THIRD-HALF TRUE.
THE COLOR IS GOLD AND
WE’RE ALL FEELING BOLD
the Kodachrome now, later
With a lid to brow staple
Revist the cobra loading zone
Molar foaming but he hold his own. Wound
Cauterized by the zippo he had stole
Intoxicated just by the way that I drink fast
And I'm just mad so
Imma go hard
Imma go wack
Thats just me
I don't ever lack
On the beat
end
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got
end
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got
LITTLE WHITE LIE LYRICS
INTRO:
I feel hope on the horizon
I see black skies turn gold
What you say is so important
But what you do is worth more than
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