Lyrics:
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
burning need
In the long run
From first to last
The peak is never passed
Something always fires the light
That gets in your eyes
One moment's high
tellin' ya why
The Lord is a-comin' from his throne on high
Goin' down the valley, goin' one by one
We're gonna be rewarded for the things we've done
Darkness lights the lamps of old Brazil
Deep inside the jungle hearts are still
Tigers hide inside alley cats eyes
Waiting for you to walk by
tellin' ya why
The Lord is a-comin' from his throne on high
Goin' down the valley, goin' one by one
We're gonna be rewarded for the things we've done
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your
High class Slim came floatin' in
Down from the county line.
Just gettin' right on Saturday night,
Ridin' with some friends of mine.
They
a V-Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted
Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist
My women friends get tennis bracelets
Trips
Fly, that you be on gone
Gucci on, Lanvin, Louboutin (uh)
And we high as the way that we cruisin' on
High like I, like mercury
Why do I mention
that we know)
It takes two days to get there by train
Two days, two days to get there by boat
It takes forever, if you go by inertia
No time, if you
drop it low like a comet do some damage (ooh)
With you by my side we can cause some disruption
All up in the sky, we go high like it's nothing
Sure
Royale with a note attached
It said, "You look like the type that know what you like"
I could tell by the jewels you go for the ice
Plus you wear
to find if you beefing or tryna rhyme//
But I don't like war, what real nigga do?
The fake ones brag and get killed by they crew
I live for the code
a metronome, dancin' in La-La Land, Emma Stone
I set the tone for DIY, Jim Jones, we fly high
Ballin' when I'm fallin' though my faith knows to be my eyes
I
you can't judge nobody by hair. If I thought that yyou would care I'd wear a wig up undeer my hair. Down or high the strongmans cry. People everywhere
Oh my, my, my
I'm feeling high
My money's gone, I'm all alone
Too much to see
The world keeps turning
Oh, what a day, what a day, what a day
happening right here, people are dying of fear by the droves
You can feel it as it’s rumbling, let emotions keep a tumbling
Then the city starts
may be increased by using a trampoline
Or by pushing down with the arms whilst playing leapfrog
One can jump up to reach something high
Or jump over
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
For anything that God has done
I don't
I don't get impressed by too much
I'm gon' keep it real, keep it real
I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it
150 dollars for
With my head up help high
Wish I could keep on walking by
But I
Find myself drawn to you
I let you do what you want to do
You had your wicked way
I was scared half to death
I couldn't catch my breath
Cause that old tree down by the river
Was thirty feet high
That's when I heard my daddy's
by BF Good tires and bailing wire.
Well, I went to high school and I was not popular.
Now I am older, and it don't matter.
Ole Black's my truck's
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
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