Lyrics:
mind
Stop thinking she was one of a kind
You've got to roll with the punches
Man, you've got to go with the flow
Roll with the punches
Oh, that's
and the Eternals oh standin' with the Sisters of Mercy
Looking for the Veedon Fleece, yeah
You don't pull no punches, but you don't push the river
You don't pull
feel a thing
You just roll with the punches
Aww yeah
He starts existing as a miracle
A man of static right behind your eyes
That you filter
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it goes (that's the way it goes)
You gotta bend when the wind blows
You live, you learn, you crash
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it goes (that's the way it goes)
You gotta bend when the wind blows
You live, you learn, you crash
takin' any fault
Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?
I doubt it, forget about it, whatever
And the dial tone is all I have
I ain't
the punches
The sun is sinkin' low
You gotta roll with the punches
Honey, we ain't never goin' home
Johnny had a '57 Chevy
With four-on-the-floor
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
In the darkness before the dawn
In the swirling of this storm
When I'm rolling with the punches and hope is gone
Leave a light, a light
changing, no way to tame this
I am an artist, look what I painted
Hang up the caution tape, I'm dangerous
Does anyone know where my brain is?
Rappers are
In the darkness before the dawn
In the swirling of this storm
When I'm rolling with the punches and hope is gone
Leave a light, a light
When the world is on your shoulders
Just too much to bear
Boy my love can make you stronger
I ain't goin' nowhere
When you're followin all
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
got `cause I'm all dug in
Keep the punches coming I can take them on the chin
Winner takes all, let the best man win
And we call it an act of war
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's an artist
He's a flim flam man
He's
Oh, why are you so scared?
I'm here aiming at the bullseye
You're just following suit
I'm packing in the punches
And I'm running on time
Oh, why are you
I knew a man
Who had a plan
But when it didn't work out
He didn't understand
You got to roll with the punches
You got to roll with the punches
Ya
Voices hurt more than punches
Children crying over cracked phones
Parents are over-protective
Rock 'n' Roll music sucks
I'm going to my favorite
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll
Now that I'm out, man, I ain't playin' like I hurt my knee
It's common courtesy, I left you for a minute
Now I'm back and packin' punches like I'm
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