Lyrics:
mercy on my soul
The forty-niners in the depths for the gold
Everybody else in debt look for fire in the hole
All I'm really trying to do is finally break
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
The wailing of lost souls squirming and writhing in eternal misery
Their lament weighs heavily on me and threatens to drag me down
I can’t take their agony, I
and my daddy sell rocks Thought he was at the stove making a meal
Now it make sense when we up in the field keep yo mouth closed and we never will squeal
I
the truth, I got the boot and it feels cold
But it's funny how my soul was healed by a Black Swan with steel toes
That's why I call her Mrs. Doubtfire
Try
father everyday
Lean on him, not me
Build my house on solid rock
Not sand I'm not a foolish man
Yeah, I lean on him
He my kickstand
I follow him
And all
I aint tryna go back
I aint tryna go back
We back again
I aint tryna go back (Living under this rock)
Look everything I do I do alone now(by myself)
them food from the soul
The Joker in my head I'm serving thoughts like I'm Nole
Wailing on the keys make them cry like a Banshee
I'd clean them with my
of the universe
On damned chaos spawns
Gloating tongues spell the prays to fire devouring flesh
Flames of gloom consume the wailing human souls
Contaminated flows
not by
Trinkets and
Letters to David Cameron but
To live freely
To live
Crawling upon astroturf
Wailing like some sort of mad
Evangelist
We don't
We
That the road that she had taken was by far not idolised.
The places and the people all seemed lost and out of reach
No soul had ever listened
He can never be defined by himself
'Cos he's always on the run from my help
It's always on the line that I know
For all my good intentions I can't
than fifty shades of grey)
Livin' in a house of blues (livin' in a house of blues)
Takin' it day by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose
I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been down and out I been up
life
Don’t put your soul on fire
Idle life, idle life
So fucking tired of these people living
Idle life, Idle life
Get the fuck outta my house
If you
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
my soul
Ten Cadillacs
A diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes
To dress to kill
A ten room house
Some Bar be Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
a blaze
It's just like a man to misbehave
Then he rides off to seize another day
While we all
Jump In The Fire
Jump In The Fire
We could burn this house
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
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