Lyrics:
the world, still I'm becoming ruler
The flow is smoother than his face
Man I want the money, you just keep your faith
Look funny, I'm Jack my pastor of this
Jenn Hewitt not Party of 5 tho
Underdog with the death blow taking home the title
c steaming locomotive with the on time arrival
Child of this spiritual
heart a beat rapid)
(shags man and the gold mine pon a different tip)
Heartbreak suzie playing with my mind
(this is what you call a dance hall
paycheck is, my status, my placement in this world
The time of day or how I'm feeling... I will continue to live my life this way...
It's the every single
There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's
There's one type of bitch
That's a hoe
God damn hooker this is my world
God damn time to go
hell
I got this Indian squaw the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho
have you married when we 21 in this savage land
It's an evil world we live in no kidding, but you my purity and I saw it from the beginning
Yeah you felt
underprivileged, look
I came to my senses, I can never count on people
I can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom
All I need's my spider senses, my
state of mind to make the traffic move
I'm in no hurry, I'm just passing thru cuz
This world is not my home
This world is not my home
This world is not
lost hope I'm sure this here will usher you back home
There's no need for Google maps 'cause it can lead you to endless roads
The whole plan is
nothing about this crazy utopy
Some people are strong, I'm not, they move on, I don't
I sleep with a kalishnikov
Smoking oleander
Since 2016
Our love is
was called Murphy’s
I was so in shock couldn’t up and leave
I got ya number we chopped it up
Then less than 24 went by
I was at work on my grind
Then
(Yeeuh) this one goes out-
(I gotta go) -to all my
Aliens and weirdo's out their
(Laughs) Me I'm high on (Yep) that stuff
Good weed that is it's ya
of this World
My Midlife Crisis lehrt, giv' a fuck; bout' Laura, Yarak, stört!
I'm responsible for cctions, Gauner-Ehre, Lowkey Way
Million Dollar Projects,
to the promised land
This world is not our home
We're only passing through
Our trail is all made up
Way beyond the blue
Let us do the very best that we can
to the promised land
This world is not our home
We are only passing through
Our trail is all made up
Way beyond the blue
Let us do the very best that we can
Simon had a problem when he got home one day
By Murphy's law, his cutlery drawer, was jammed in such a way
An inch or two was all it moved
the world is turning with my pace
Every step I take I make the world go round
Raindrops on my eavestrough
I eavesdrop on the heaven's
Then I drown in paranoia
There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's
There's one type of bitch
That's a hoe
God damn hooker this is my world
God damn time to go
to pastor Frazier
I got a head on my shoulders
On a mission and I'm focused
And I'm shining got the top in my view
And the worst is behind me so get up out my
will not
Allow anyone to scare me
Out of my true potential it's a scare tactic
What is Nicki Minaj's purpose? Because
From the outside looking in
I
street warfare against the world
The only life I'd ever take out of this world is my own
And I can't even do that
So why would I wage a war against
Another day goes flying by
Here on the treadmill of my life
I try to be brave
Step up the pace
Live on a prayer
Keepin' the faith
And when this
It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
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