Lyrics:
Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?
the TV
We are all one universally
Album art photography by richrad walsh @ streetshotsphotography.com
‘Mixed and mastered by Ryan Williamson - Off
a hammer than a nail
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Happy Club"
I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one
do your part let other niggas take it
This album is therapy ask ‘em how they feeling lately
You don’t know I love children I just wanna have plenty
and all we did was kiss
They say Raymay should've kept the album all he did was diss
Stupid lil bitch I can't deal wit no children
Scrolling through
Losses take away from all the winning
We don't need participation ribbons
Praying that we all got healthy children
All my niccas helping out they women
have so much confidence
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by
It's borrowed from our children
You
You guys have the time
The half of you are old
The other half's still young
Take the mic
Before it gets too late
always prove it, don't just tell them
I be wanting children, but don't want to fail them
I be selfish if I have them just to help me
They label me
and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boys birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the woman and children, soon we'll be
said if I would sober up
I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the street life
You prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world
Can't save our children
I
Shine on like a rose at night
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his
Children kidnapped by cell phone screens
Snapchatting about DM's with porno queens
To Chippendale rap so I've got a Buck 'em with my sixteens
Thou shall not
me on lock
While the safest of bets, ain't after it
Baking this game, I batter it up
And even it out again
Like I am finishing up my second album
It's
to nourish the children, the monsters that consume them starve
So MacArthur Park is generally considered by experts to be the worst song ever
While it's bad,
and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boys birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the woman and children, soon we'll be
[Mr. Funkee]
The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of Roton.
Lords of the Underground witness the brith of the funky child,
Doitall,
not a cover band
We're here to make an album of original songs"
He said, "Yeah, I guess that was wrong"
I said, "Yeah man, everything is sort
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
No fear of time
His children will be like him
If he's given the white world hell, what will his children do?
This wasn't no play-thing
The motive
cleaned up around 'em
And I grabbed the box of my mixtape albums
Walked out the door, got a car in reach
And drove downtown to Broadway at the Beach
Man,
a wifey and my children by the pool
I want to have a mansion that I chill in with the crew
I need to pay my bills and I need to get some food
And I swear
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