Lyrics:
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G, at thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights,
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, sweet love, yeah
I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so
I shoulda held on tight, I never shoulda let
especially when she's mad
Found a place in your heart but I felt it was rented
Yea you done with the drama but love the attention
We Could of went are own
to rest
Bein chased by the devil tryin to take my breath
Ain't a place on the Earth that you can't get touched
If I get bucked let my melanin rust hit
anywhere near it
So with halo in place and my thankfulness pledged
My resident status in heaven was full-fledged
One day in eternity after riding
office is way too packed
Due to sub-machine guns and hand-held gats
Dope is for pigeons and pigeons are birds
So in essence, peep the final words
Don't do
heartbeat is the only sound I hear
If I never love again this
Night was worth it all
Cause I haven't loved this way in years
Oh you know that you held
Me
Don't let me look in the past, look at where I was at, before Jesus had rescued me, held Me tight
Help me be the best version, during this conversion,
you want love
You see I grew up in place
Where we never had alot
We made do with what we had Out here trying to connect the dots
By any means necessary
couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
Saved by God and his saving grace
I was meant for the game securing my place
First place already won this race
Opp be stoned when he see my face
I'm
Don't be looking my way
For a come up
This here took a lot to get here
If eye ever owed you something
It was always paid in loyalty
That's a balance
better
Anytime that I'm fed up
She making sure that I'm fed up
Home cooked meals by the stove
Made me get up
If I could I'd forget her
Ahh man I could
the hopeless, longing look in his eyes
There were chains on his hands and chains on his feet
And as I passes him by the thought came to me
Remember your chains
didn't know the pronouns I hadn't seen the profound
Difference in the way the world treats the black and brown
When I was less than seventeen
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, sweet love, yeah
I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so
I shoulda held on tight, I never shoulda let
strip naked, quicker than a Luke record (what?)
Had the place took in a minute and some seconds
Asked her how many of it was em? (How many of it was
was The Albertan Assassin: the ancient, cross-eyed geezer of a goose who for once was not in his usual last place. He left the other geese to eat his
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
only know to dwell under in realm of this Deep
Dark place
It was metal
It was structurally large beyond something of human origin
It was dark yet with no
music in college, thought I was going places, dreamt of the finer things and thought that work was a waste of my time, maybe to make some money service
it makes a difference
But fuck it let’s get it
I remember when I was deep in trenches, fighting this war on my own
No one asked if I was ok, no one was
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights,
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