Lyrics:
epiphanies
But she'll try to pin you down, come morning
She'll produce the ledger of your love, a monolith
Better get yourself back to Boston, Mr. Smith
I
from the cradle to the fuckin' grave
How do you know when you love someone?
When deep down in your soul you can't love no one
When you done done so
Michael W. Smith & Deborah D. Smith (1982)
Packing up the dreams God planted
In the fertile soil of you
Can't believe the hopes He's granted
Means
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
me do that (alright)
Huh, I gotta eat can't get with broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in
water into wine then he'll change our pain to champagne in due time
Uh
I don't have time for the fake friends
Fake love Fake energy
Keep it real with me
me, I ain't messin' with 'em
Drugs in my system, nigga, you know how it is (How it is)
Drug through the mud but it's all love, nigga, you know what it
the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
Retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
Testicles surgically removed,
Thereby
good as my tree.
I fuck the world and she took it with ease.
I'm a monster got ‘em shook in the knees.
(Chorus)
I feel like Michael Myers in this
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame"
W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I
Bad bitch on me you know that she feeling me
How you love her she fucking the enemy
I can't lack bae that might be the end of me
Smith N Wesson CP
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
Of 30 Days In The Samarkand
Desert With The Duchess of Kent
By A e j
in plenty trick (for a date with my Smith & Wesson)
Bitch, you living now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his legs, cut him down,
trained by the best in all
aspects of performing
his voice was golden and had a sweetness to it that most males lacked.
He moved with grace and was able
follow leads
I dont rock with you
You dont rock with me
We all in yah castle now
Coming for every single thing
Mcqueen out the closet you aint seen That
alone
In the deep
You are my light
Illuminate me
You are my fire
Warm me
You made me go back to the deep side
Don't leave me alone there
Love Purple
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my
Eyes open from the shock
Of being popped in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his fingertips
Danger when you step into the chamber with
Getting Money Like It’s ’88
Swaggin’ Is A Passion, I’m In Love w/ Fashion
Casanova Brown, When I’m In Your Town
Standing Room Only, The Kush So Loud
switch up through the lane
Just so you can try to clear your brain
What is love
Love make you cry up in the rain
Just to feel dry with the pain
What is
(Forty-eight)
Four-eleven Smith niggaz, (Forty-nine)
niggaz in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these niggaz up, I'm fifty niggaz deep
[Lola Damone]
[Verse 2:]
Yo, I
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