Lyrics:
on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"
I hear babies crying i watch thеm grow
Valentino looks very much alive
And he looks up ladies dresses as they sadly pass him by
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cause he's liable to turn and bite
stand
Somehow I must come up with better stuff
I'm just not satisfied with the simplified guff
That they shovel at kids by the handful
liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin'
the blue house choppa in my right hand
Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms
He bouta get jammed by
Reaching out to the skies up above
Great Spirits of all who lived before
Take our hands and lead us
Fill our hearts and souls
With all you know
Show
Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hard
Through the ups and downs, through the darkest clouds
Side by side in the rain 'til the sun comes out
I was blind to love, God showed me you
Now I'm
All that I did was just stand in the shade by the door,
With patience, faith and pride.
But you came from the dark hand in hand with a bloke,
I held
while im speedin
Torture niggas zero expression on my face im a demon
Fuck a stop sign imma do the dash for sum pape
Slitherin with the stick in my hand
you're working for yours,
Trying to drop the lame,
And change and get yours,
Pick up the phone and call up daddy capone,
I'll be right by your side,
When
the strippers but I
Make the bands twerk
I'm thumbin' through it
Got my fuckin' hand hurt
Damn, fucked up my hand touchin'
All these damn bands
Got a Glock in my
so what you telling me work Stack flip on repeat is the recipe
Put in time heavily add to the legacy brick by brick and then build up steadily
and my soul could be free
I wipe my own tears, tried to make myself bleed
Yo, I pray to God surround love around me
Now put your hands in the air, if you
got money yeah)
When I pull up in the party yeah
(In a party yeah)
That gyal can’t behave
Cos I got a chica on the left hand side
Pon the front got
way too young
Pops is dealin', and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin' off the top, pops never figured
That he'd go down by the hands
me your hand, tell me you're waiting for me.
You could be home by now.
If you want try, you could call by and see me.
You could be home by now.
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
it by givin me a test drive
I know you ready come roll with me
We can take it slow
If ya want I'll bring you up to speed (uhh)
Tell me you a rider you
the road
Or what's just around the bend
I know that He'll be waiting there
With an outstretched hand
And I don't mind the rain
I don't mind the storm around
I have seen the Book of Tales
Crafted by magical hands
Older than time it'self
Its pages are filled with darkness
And mystery
There's a ghost down
with me
And I'll stay with you
The walls will fall before we do
So take my hand now
We'll run forever
I can feel the storm inside you
I'll stay with you
parklife
I get up when I want
Except on Wednesdays when I get enormously
Aroused by the dirty pigeons
Parklifeilarklife joJ Gay, and I
Parklife, Parklife
a couple grand
Cuz all they playing is 2k
A bunch a games had em balling
On the other hand, It didn't raise a question
So it left me with the upper hand
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