Lyrics:
me put you on a blimp, simp
All dressed, got me ruffled like a chip, gotta dip
I'm equipped better catch a future glimpse
Tickets to the front row
Let
Natural as it can get (As it can get)
Blood don't make you family (Don't make you family)
Real ones understand me
Front row at the Grammys (Row
crashing, her body's collapsing
On the floor in the front row
And to think she threw away
Every opportunity she had
To take the right road
check with the front row
Don’t let me down, Don’t let me down
I was feeling lost, but you helped me turn it around
You are my friend, ‘til the bitter end
knockin on that back door
Front row 100$ tickets is what they won't show
He on death row 12 o'clock last time he go breathe
It's just me and u up on this
keep it a buck
Come catch this fade I'll line em up
No half steppin big steppers get to the front row
No birds chirping he crumbing, I need a bread loaf
a question one day
He said what's up Joe?
Why these people always got to front though
Why doesn't everyone put jealousy in the back seat
Instead of the front
the attack, till I know it to the cosine
Now I'm dead accurate, I can hold the row blind
From the front row, I'll be staring em down
Wearing em out, drown
kicks
I hustle every day, place your bets and make it quick
The king is dead, long live the kingpin
Take cover, LM over everything
Front row in the death
were climbing up the walls
With such a space (?) the oddity, his fey libido calls
But the people in the front row can only see his smalls.
Oh but I
dancing I'll be watching from the front row
There'll be no secrets here, talking to you
No secrets here
No secrets here
Anymore, anymore
There'll be no
to five hundred people
Down at the very front row screaming one word
At the top of their lungs...BOOGIE!!!
And sometimes, the feeling prevails upon 'em
a little dangerous
Ain't no glory in playing it safe
There's room for the both of us
With the moon at our feet
And the world in a front-row seat
We'll
we had that to loosen our minds
Hey little baby in the front row be kind
(Bar bitching) Telling you the gospel truth
(Bar bitching) Why don't
the cactus album
But I was readin Malcolm
I changed my name in '89 cleaning parts of my brain
Like a baby nine
I took a history class serious
Front row
on over and over
And over and over and over again
Over and over again
Build 'em up, knock 'em down (x5)
I see a movement
Down in the front row
satanic mills
That manufacture hell on earth
They bought the front row seats on Calvary
They are irrelevant to me
But I grieve for my sister
People
your front row seats at the end of the world
The end is near, we start to spin taking our last round
Bring me the dawn if the dead
In the front row at the Melt Show
I fell in love with you and that was three weeks ago
We fooled around, you let me have it for free
Yeah, it worked
a show
I played a true fan and was in the front row
As he started doin' classics, then he stopped and said "No"
We had to say we love the new shit, before
she moves
My style's a front row canyon
Dunking on suckers just like Ed O'Bannon
I'll stop the world and melt with your mother
Got a cat in
Mmh, no
Mmh, no, no
Throw it on the flame, ignite it
If we link up, you won't wanna go
Put the sword down, you can't fight it
If you front
He's got the whole world in His hands, that much I understand
Thanks to a Sunday mornin' white church front-row seat
I try not to complicate Him,
Or it could be your biggest fan in the front row
I like drama so call your momma I got a llama
That's what you get bitch for fuckin' with a big tymer
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