Lyrics:
the cradle, god gets his curse
Son of Satan's coming, to free all the slaves
He's coming straight from hell, through its burning gates
He grew in a womb
Got the case of the what, when, who and how
Couldn't let this happen
This is seven years straight but hey, who's counting?
Kick it!
We're kicking
straight and standing tall
I refuse to build the wall by adding my own bricks
That separate us all
I'd rather die than be a part of your pride
This
you a star.
You come with four or five hoes.
Down to fire anything straight out the do'.
They say you actin' kinda funny (Actin' kinda funny)
I
Well half way to your heart, goes straight up through your nose.
But as long as your gut's clean, then it's all good.
We're hanging on a broken T-Bird
I take part in that.
Can't change it now, running straight from my past.
We walk the same streets, but have different views.
You see change, I see
done to you.
See what you've done to me.
You sent me straight to hell.
Now is this confession pointless?
Was my love entirely useless?
Shell never
no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
I said I just dropped in to see
straight for hell
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen
Well I'm slowly waking up
To the screaming southern sun
Marching straight at me
Like soldiers through my eyes
And is this all I'll ever be?
Just
you, better for me
To get outside and see what's going on
Well, I was on a walk, I heard an old lady talk straight to a clock
Her head must have
the door
Silently looking for
All the reasons I need to leave
All the reasons we're not meant to be
There's no turning back
Straight into the sun
I would like to think our paths are straight
Disconnected from the choices we make
That there is no reason why it can't be like you said
One day
(yeah)
I know you'll get by 'cause you're a survivor
It's true, my love,'cause you're a champion
Yeah
Now
Jordan had everything
Straight A's
I'ma get straight to the point, I ain't wit no games and sh
I want to be your friend
You gots a baby and a bin
Hit a playa up, I come through on ya
never been in love
So it's cool if you're straight
We like you, anyway
And it's fine if you're high
'Cause we'd like to get ugh, to
We like you just
me
The music stops and I have no chair to sit upon
I'm outrun and now I track your steps in straight clear lines
Found where you dropped your
Smile like Einstein, jury drip, guns combine
You don't want mine, gotta fight this all in one time
Plus ya override, bustin straight, you bustin'
get that shit)
Back the fuck up before I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina
don't delay
Straight arm press
Tilt your head to the side
Raise your chin, do the vertical fly
High tech press, front arm raise
Narrow lift, aerobic craze
mothahfuckah taking a late night stroll
You see? The night belongs to a prowler
And somebody's coming to face him in an hour
Coming straight at cha
Your head I'm
on their love, crazy love
Don't stop me now,
I got a one way ticket
Straight through your heart oh! no!
Gimme your love
You know what it does to me
straight to the top.
Flyin' on the first class plane speedin' in the fast lane.
Headed to the Oscars who's gonna stop.
Who's gonna be there, baby when
Crawl the stairs past the pictures that hung
And a lamp that was lit, on a wall, a quarter past one
Oh, oh, straight to the room where I wanted
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