Lyrics:
a look at my life, Just to see how I'm rolling I'm losing my focus
Shit be feeling like dice, 7-11 don't hold it clip it unloaded
Keep that stick by my
Leisure Pak
Now all of this happened in 1983
This wasn't as bad as the trees
That were chopped down by the bloody Once-ler
And then he took the Thneeds,
the ages
Simple, basic
Song we could bump from the jump till the day ends
Forget about the time that we wasting now
Everybody want a summer banger
Something
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
close your eyes,
Just picture you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls
alive but I'm walking dead
I've tried before to just walk away
But the music always makes me stay
The years just keep on rolling by
Another day turns
and see
Every day
Another day
A daze in eternity
Thomas Lea
That’s what they call me
Coming up the lot
No one ever wins the lottery
Count down
T-minus now
Richards Bay studies in PTA
In hospital I try and visit everyday
Her beauty show in every way
I get jealous when you on play
Music keeps her sane, you should
keep building
Even when our buildings gone
We gon' keep building on
A legacy that is strong
Deep
Jazz history on Jackson
Where night clubs used to be
than a shoestring
Pockets fat, cause they covered in them blue strips
Be fuckin' on this hoe, I'ma hit it to my music
Get out your fuckin' body, out your
adequate undergraduate I ain't having it
Step aside I'm bouta slide
Bonnie and Clyde niggas is fried
Said you raw nigga you lied
I'm spittin' that fye bitch
one meets John one that triple one
That phi ratio, God's fingerprint
They keep asking what happened to Pro
Pro had to save Pro cause he Pro-life
Had
LULLABY FOR AN ANGEL
(lyrics by Andy)
This song is dedicated to all the victims of terrorism in the music world, especially to our compatriot
Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P.Mayer & J. Mayer
I'd like to be a jellyfish
'Cause jellyfish don't pay rent
They don't
Imagine me wit' the heat that's made by solar
It gets stronger every time I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone
Imagine me wit' the heat that's made by solar
It gets stronger every time I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone
sniped a model and her friend
I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in
I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims
They just
and Bizet
And the songs of yesterday
String quartets and Polynesian carols
But the music that excels
Is the sound of oil wells
As they slurp, slurp,
Stuck in the ghetto been feeling trapped
Tryna find a way
Working that magic with mobiles
Makin music on the rise
Its life or death we gotta find
that bullshit in my tomb
Talk to em
I'm aiming this strap in reflection window
Tryna kill the bullshit
The toughest things in life so simple
It is what
ain't that simple can't have it yo way
At least you living yo lonely and getting that cake
I don't know get bread and move out of state
Live somewhere
too hard?
Of course! I've been too close to see
The answer's right in front of me
Right in front of me
It's simple really, very clear
Like music
LETTERS CROSSED
Words & Music by
Thomas R. COSGROVE
I guess it’s over now – our letters crossed,
Sometimes the truth is bitter,
A sudden sadness in
That's a little message
All the brothers and sisters out there
Y'all be strong
Keep your dreams flowin' baby
KaySlay I'm out for presidents
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