Search results for 'by lbum tool' Page #44

TCG
cnd on God we be on our godly shit
Rolling up dank getting high 
Medicated off the trees
clways keep a tool by reach 
Cuz nigga be tweaking and shit

Aye ima do this just like GT did that veeze bag
This that est bag
King Space N****
N***** get snaked out by they homie and still be cool
I'm the type

not
This is the message
I hope you understand by now
For mass ascension
We need the world to rise
You're given the tools to find out what your purpose

I'm always last to lose
I'm always last to lose
I'm always last to lose
I'm always last to lose
At night you wanted to be me
By day you faked

strengthened my soul
Yeah He gave me the spiritual tools I need to utilize in life
Yeah I got the tools to spit the truth to represent Christ
And it's Christ who

porch to be discovered by ya mother
Getting ready with my tools I'm gonna show you all this pain
Thought that I'd be clean with it I'll let the blood rain

niggas
Cause ima
Keep it a hunnid, a hunnid
No time for the fakes
I'm just up in it
I'm so lit in my prime
Like the sun in it
Gotta tool for the evil
I'm

picked up by the homies down at grove park
Four niggas in the car
Seated in the middle
Steamy windows
I can feel my heart
Looking to the left
See a brother

cannot find me like I'm Nemo (yeah)
Yeah, I'm smoking by the pound
You smoking pre roll (Smoking pre roll)
Finna pull up with them tools
Like it's Home

(ahoy)
Don't drop the tool me boy
Or you will end up in the pool me boy (ahoy)
I live by no rules me boy
you could walk off of the plank me boy

Bitch we

an attempt to try and hide the fact that you're ill
It takes acceptance to reach the next step to healing
Some take the tools they're given and use what

knots
Breathing slow we liftin' trauma slowly
I'm there for me that's all that counts
Make yo booty bounce
Lion pounce water by the ounce
Dare I say, come

like bitches by the twos
I-I like my guns by the twos
Save a hoe you gone get used
Spark on me ill blow a fuse
G-glock on me boy its my tool
You know my

sound in silence, too, if only
For the souls who wonder “Why?”

With all the fancy tools and toys
That fill our hours with lights and noise
We're like

of the world, I'm on top, I told yo' girl get on top of the WRLD, get on top, by world I mean Juice WRLD
Your girl is in my world, your girl is now Juice Girl,

the tools 
Within reach
Surrounded by circus freaks

having a rub-a-de-dub all by himself in bed.

Oh, he was having a rub-a-de-dub all by himself in bed.

Now the Baker's boy to the doctor's went 
Some

to Flight number AE008
Direction: OUT OF THIS WORLD
See, the regulations on board are as follows:
Keep lighting it up with the tools, you've required upon

Supported you at your worst 
But it was never enough 
To you, I’m just a fool
Nothing but a tool 
Hurt and ridiculed 
I’m done playing it cool 
Dealing with

and we get to talking

I'm throwing ideas by them and we get to calculating 

I'm here to do a great a job and return home with bacon

My son my heir yes

peacefully, dark piece of me here to stay
Tools sharpening I carved it in my Tattoo
You enchanted me You granted me My debut
I desire to sell sea shells on my

tool make tha boy run
Smoke tha boy up like a damn blunt
And I cannot fuck wit a thottie bih
Only unless she a naughty bih
Pull out a 30 and I know you

GARÇONS, but with a broken heart
Tote a tool like it's autozone, rage turned me to a shark
They left me all alone, EightBallD, I rep the dark
I go by eight

plan, no endgame, just a huge
Box of neurological tools, what they all do?!
Call it a “module” a “circuit” or “proclivity"
Every tool makes us behave