Lyrics:
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the old folks are gay
Where the corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word and hand shake
come on and stand by me
There's gonna be no looking back, so baby, take everything you'll ever need
Sure 'nough moving on, keep it strong, its a whole
their words, day by day
You know why 'cause I love you
Oh, we yes and I just can't stop
And I need you
All the way to the top
Love you with
And I hope that she is thinkin' to come back to me
And I'm scared there's someone sleepin' by her side
I can't hide, all the pain deep inside, is this
fight God, just tell me how many burdens left
I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept
I'm tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps
Life a livin'
Your royal table
When karma finally puts you in your place
On top of the world
You meet strange people
People choose to turn their back on you
Just
Miles to go, and I feel the weight
Of these chains that I create
As I climb to the top of the hill
It draws me still
And I can't look back
(Chorus)
[Chorus]
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life [Repeat: x2]
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back
on yourself
By being you
You trade your respect for no success, you tried to be a hero
But you end up nothing
Biggest lie
Back to your day job
Top, top it and the, top it, top
Top, top it and, top it and
Top, top it and, top it and
Top it and the pick back
Remixes
Toped by rock
Remixes
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart a flame
And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same
I would sing thee tender verses but
of guns, more money up in that shit
Taz Arnold TI$A, Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiella, three strap sneakers
Riding with a feature, student
what I miss the most
[Chorus]
I keep standing by the window listening for the sound
For the wheels of love rolling coming back around
Coming back
Mally Mall!
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We
looking woman alive
She looks so pretty every time she walks by
The boys are too nervous, even to say "Hi!"
Not too skinny, not too fat
She's a real
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take your morning paper from the top of the stack
Broke my heart
On the road
Spent the weekend
Sewing the pieces back on
Friends and thoughts pass me by
Walking gets too boring
When you learn
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack
And read
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack
And read
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