Lyrics:
Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
After Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on different Strokes
No joke..I see airlines
friends
He's as close to me as a friend can be
I'll be standin' by my buddy he'll be standin' by me
Just another half of the two headed freak
But I
By the way did I hear you say
If some night I seem too lonely
You would stay
Oh and by the way
Have I told you yet that only recently
He moved out
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
rich
Go get me a kid
With a good-looking face
Bring me a kid
Can remember his place
Some hungry poet
Son of a bitch
He gets to be famous
I get
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
And we kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer but all he
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail
He can live without so why don't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail
He can live without so why don't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes
a few
I'm 'on tell you 'bout Robert Johnson
Everything he said was true
Yeah, I'ma rich white honky
But I know how to play the blues
I'ma rich
boy prays
Thank God He made me this way
Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day
Early in the morning, late in the evening
I'm getting red dirt rich
If you could only see me.
And know exactly were I am.
You wouldn't want to be me,
Oh I can assure you of that.
I'm not the guy to run with,
If you live by the sword, gonna die by the sword
If you live by the gun, you're gonna die by the gun
If you live for the knife, well, you're gonna
but he
Ain't out to change no rules
His eyes can't see like you and me
His voice can't speak but only shriek
His brain it is like jelly
His muscles they
right, I know
I ain't rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich oh
I ain't rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich
I ain't
boys are
Too eager to hunt me
So I grabbed the rachet
Told him "you can match it"
Knowing once he tossed the product
Over I would mash it
Ain’t pay him
Go get me a kid with a good lookin' face
Bring me a kid can remember his place
Some hungry poet son-of-a-bitch
He gets to be famous, I get to be rich
moonlight
Moonlight
Baby, I be fallin'
You're my moonlight
Moonlight
He's so bossy
He makes me dance
Tryna sit in the back of his whip
And just
This is a song by the late, great Rich Mullins
I believe in
Believe
I believe in
Yeah, yeah
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker
it?
Follow the media what’s their agenda?
How do they frame it? How do they name it?
You make the call he’ll take the fall
Patsy or Seamus bet he can
sleep good happy 'cause you can't dig up our planted seeds
I know my man's gon' stand by me breathing in my gentle breeze (ah)
I crossed those valleys
You tell me there's an angel in your tree
Did he say he'd come to call on me?
For things are getting desperate in our home
Living in the parish
will hear our fainted cry
He will answer by and by
Oh well, when you feel a little prayer wheel turning
And you will know a little fire is burnin'
The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
But the juggler holds another pack.
I need
I got a laser blaster
Tell my mom she made disaster
You ain't consider the danger factor
One wrong move and you stay with Casper
I got a laser
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