Lyrics:
a long time ago
I've been done a long time ago
They got me feelin' like I don't fit in this world at all
Lonely nights cryin' by myself like you could
morning
It's so slow, slow incoming
I cannot find him anywhere here
By the time he gets back I'll have dried my tears
And in the morning he'll open his
Sailin' across the fuckin' ocean green
Flickin' his bean
In his sailin' machine
And where he's from
He's just a tiny sailor land crab
The lobsters pass by
up it's getting tough
Best thing to split up it's getting rough
He believes what she says it's stuck in his mind
Wants a way out but he says it's not
of it’s time
His troops gathered horses in east anglia
Marching deep into Mercia and wintering in Nottingham
Attacked by Mercia and Wessex with no avail
like this, uh, look
I told you, what it cost
Worthy is the Lamb he paid in blood for us
He got hung by his hands that was his love for us
We can't run
to know
There was a man who received God's plan
He lived it out, day by day, lovin' His fellow man
It's time to stand up & say...that I believe...in
Everybody around me, they ain't liking how I live
Every time I come around you I remember why I don't
Got distracted by this money I dun outgrew all
the cake, I don't like takin breaks
My nigga told me he don't smoke until it hit his face
Guess he got a taste, now he rollin shit up by the 8th
I don't be
and did I mention
That he was wishing
To settle down and have some kids
He saw it in his vision
And in addition
When I'm with him I am free
There's never no
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
Who the first one they blame? It's (me)
Do your time, you a lame, stop mentionin' my name, my nigga
Why you worried 'bout (me)?
I'm in a group
it
The time goes by, and the train has almost left
Its reality boy, your life has witnessed a theft
By the standards of the world, you are a great
eight times, almost thought my brother died
See he was raised different, I know his mother tried
His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky
Once upon a time in another world
On a hill that overlooked the sea
There was once a garden of beauty and of grace
Lovely as a dream could ever
to lift up my voice
And glorify His mighty name, I choose to live in His joy
That's so much better than just being annoyed
By every little thing that comes
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
his penis power
When it's time to fuck their socks off
He boards his flight at Tempelhof
Countdown to Tokyo and zero hour
Professor Shaftenberg
Grateful He don’t look at my past faults
I was like
Twenty seven when I finally saw that cross
Was covered in blood
His body was gone
They buried in tomb
some where in that Range
Watching pops hang out the window He was
Serving junkies that came
He say he want my chain
Then his life we can exchange
Find
My father´s fears like a rolling train through my humble youth
Trying to understand how his loss was put to use
I watched him grow old and sad in
outweighed his bite now he's a victim
And they got his cousins and his dogs yeah they Michael Vick'ed em
Baby on the clock fixing her make up I'm like time is
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