Lyrics:
Crawling you come to this place
flat on your face
Weakened to dust by the process of life
Pleading and groaning to live by your own means
You'd Kill,
to myself,
I gotta quit this weed,
But we all know Class would be blazed by three,
This is your, this is your song,
Yes I'm telling the world there's no
Maar ek’s gelukkig hier
Ou mense wat walk for life die buurman skree I hate my wife
Vroeg in die oggend kyk ons Morning Live in die suburbs het ons ‘n
me on that bike
He was fifteen never had a chance to see life
That night changed the lives of our fam it brought us closer
And you still have three
Three feet of steel on my side
Tool of fate my reliable blade
Sharp enough to cut the scales
Pierce the heart, to rip the veins
Swarf-made armor,
out in the army
Black Lives Matter take three, and women's rights
I can't believe that we're still having this fight
Social media is where we do our
a Ferrari lambo Pick me up at the Shuangliu Airport if you are not convinced by
me I can call an ambulance for you
稀有的好儿童
点燃荷
尔蒙收到任
务后出
动
A Few Good Kids
I ask myself why?
For I shall live forever, yet all I want is to die
Forever in decay, my flesh rots away
A night like this, three weeks ago
She's lookin good, asked her to the show
She messed my head, led me astray
Left me in the gutter for dead that day
type of person
It's you, only you
It's you, only you
It's you, only you
These three laws are powerful and effective in changing lives
They'll work
imagined
Magnified by inner-joining ions
Who patronize my likeness and pray for my demise
I despise anyone who decides they live a life of fakeness
Imitating
letters"
Made long distance calls
But I lost you forever halfway through the fall
And I wonder, baby, who's rockin you tonight
And I live for those moments
couldn't stay with you
Now I am sober
Now I'm alone
Three years have gone by since you have gone
Letting you go
Letting me go on
But I'll
hold up, let me ease the grip
So they can jack talkin' 'bout how many keys you flip.
Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rockin'.
This
yourself no apologies
Keep your eyes on Jesus and let him be
The author of our lives and
Looking back one day we'll say
By following Jesus
We become
I live in a hotel
must keep writing
if I'm to be better than everyone else
like figure skating
like asphyxiating
on your own seeping fumes
arms you just kicking shit so
That’s why I’m never worried bout how they talk
I live by a code that I could never neglect
My palm itching bout that money
(Shout out DiGi Prada, yeah)
New Glock's and xd's
We ain't shooting 'til we test these
And we ain't stopping 'til we catch three
Hit his crib
a balla baby, I'm a new me, way before y'all knew me
I ain't talking ballin' like boujee
I'm a balla baby like two-three
Look at me, look at me, look
a word if you don't know
I've been called nigger since a young buck
By police frisking me for the gun tucked
Is it my profile, I got a dope style
Got em
looking for, I'll give them what they want
[Hook: Watch the Duck]
(Struggle)
Never should they test me now
You say you want some when you know you ain't
zeroes could turn into heroes
How to skate figure 8s through the hate, how to deal with the love and the pain
That 3 is a magical number, and how to live
To my suprise I seen Kiesha
I asked where you were, she said she hasn't seen ya
She told me you still live around the way
I'm sure she can tell from
my eyes, see the man that could've been
It might took me while to live with my father's sins
That's three different women, splitting the children
Mum
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