Lyrics:
Lights Outs (Lyrics)
93 BPM F-minor
Written by Michael Messiah Earl and Sydney Sexton
Performed by Michael J Foxx and
Sydney Sexton
Pre Verse
huh, you know my style
I drop lyrics wham bam by the gram on a jam
And gooooooood DAMN!
It's like a disaster that nobody goes after
of my brain is made up of lyrics
I can be a social guy with smile that is gleeful
I'll be at a rave with thousands of people
Surround by equals no
the one called on by the true G-O-D, you know it's me, S-E-V, the one they wanna defeat, but I'm an L-U-L-L-A-B-Y, I'm putting these haters to sleep, now
But cannot let yall be lied to and sit idly by
Five talents Five talents
Don't forget who you serve or where you're standing
Five talents Five talents
that, you saw an MC and tried to be that
That MC you saw was me can you believe that? And obey that?
True lyrics will always subvice and meaning
Bam Bam, Bronsolino closed Sessions
Queens shit, Chicago
Bitches kissing me the French way
Now suck my son’s dick
He only four, when he twenty he
Grind that vegetable, feedin my sweet one her five a day
Five guys get high for days
Five guys a mile away
Bound to say, got this mind on the money
these
The soul by the glass rock shows overseas
I tell you cats this I be swingin the fish
You know the beats still bang and the lyrics is crisp
Ey yo
I'm growing up
Hey, no question
They know I'm my dad's son
I'm just grateful to God that I had one
I'm sorry that you never had one
Forty-four now we're
problèmes, elle connaît toutes mes disquettes
Elle mène déjà son enquête, allez, allez, allez
Ce soir, c'est trop risqué, ce, ce soir, j'vais la v
Un tismé, 2 métèques, ma tech
Un beat puissant pour un flow ruffneck
Reindeck, v'là l'pec, ça cogne sec
Dès que le persny s'fâche
Et crache un égo
son, we full bread
You ain't my dog, tryna infiltrate the clique is you?
I get wit you, handle that on a later note
We over-dose, every day the death
would have just watched Fox
CHORUS
I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you son
I've got a list
sons alive our daughters too
We offered up you offering yo fuckin pride
I can't relate I was by the fire like a sentence dinner date
Nigga 10 to 8 then 8
on the floor
My feelings hurt so bad they dead to the core
Pitch black as my room disrupted by the glow
Red six sixty five on the clock radio
Illuminating
to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me
Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist
So poof, vamoose, son of a bitch!
H to the izz-O, V
my ears
And it makes things better, although I face my own decay
All five tracks rewind as I delve into fantasy again
All these sounds in my head,
Waking up to gunfire
cnother fox died
So they all lighting candles
Coals on my heart
Like a five man panel
Tighten up the loose ends
Remember in
to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT
I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion
Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with
d'Eddie Hyde
Appelle-nous les teigneux, on inflige des peines
Négro, sois pas haineux, bouge au son d'la N.E
Ces temps-ci j'ai le lyrics amer, j'peux pas
heavy son just pray through
Yea, so through it all I'm the same guy
Stopped playing with all these jokers like it's ace high
Yea consider it gone by
The Fusions Theme Song Lyrics
Intro
Hey
We the Fusions
This is nothing new yall
Yall know who we are
cnd Yall know, who who we rockin with
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
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