Lyrics:
scream
From the auction house
At Sothebys
On the ropes, working on survival
Below the belt, avoid staying idle
Make a little cash
Just don't
I never saw you again
Than to pass idle chatter between us
When so much has passed between us
And I’d rather I never saw you again
Than to pass idle
came for
Or what I'm gonna do
I'll take my words and chop em up
I'll take this beat and switch it up
Yeah I might be scared of changing
But there
Silence is sacred
Actions speak louder than words
Conveyor belt of factions gather from the herds
To the hands of the owner power transferred
Taken
You can't touch me in the sky, word to every single hater
Questioning my sanity
Have I lost it?
Drowning in my vanity
I should watch it
Flexed so hard I
Say I'm Jesus freak
And I don't even have the words to speak
Don't have nothing to offer
When it comes to those material things
Not into politics
Did you know McDougall, then
He could cheer you up, no end
With a word and just a smile
I wish you could have known him
Simple, tried too hard
won't run away ok
You can tie me up, I'm yours and always be
If it be your will
That I sing no more
You need only say the word and know I'm yours
I'm
words of peers.
Their guidance only causes a hassle.
Must be a problem with your brain, you never seem to maintain, the dulling edge of your emotions.
I don't need the distraction
I don't have time
To go to dinner
I have dogs to work
Dishes need done
Songs to write
Notes to the paper
Idle hands
There is a stone
Fair, idle, and old
Poring through old volumes now to find it
Oh, no words are even coming close
But Jess, she has a smile that
feeling natural whenever it smile
My flow perfect flawless now money coming in idle
Self-taught myself to rap I don't have a type beat
We gon fly in space
we voices like dem dreams get fulfil
Massa menimeni passa menimeni colda menimeni chill
Idle we nah sekkle we nah ova da hill
Wah de want come see
Look, living as a nomad, a man that claims no land
I travel through the dessert with no lessons from the Qur'an
No words from the bible, or verbs
the shit that I got that I bought
That I could barely pay for
But you know me
I'll pay it forward
You know me
I'm very forward
You know me
I'll say words
I'll let the words slip out
High up above the clouds
Where the water falls
That's where I'm dreaming of
I'll let the words slip out
High up above
idols of idle hands
Why does it call for these trite suicidal plans let me do mine
I don't want to have to use a millimeter nine, But every day grows
idle moments)
You're just a good for nothin'
But my sweet hunk o' trash
(Let me get a word in there honey, you running your mouth)
You said I've
Sermon sung me slow to sleep
Faster if I had a choice
With every breath another death
Still so in love with your own voice
Idle threats to hide
For ladies not to say a word
And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen
I got a best friend, best friend, yeah
I don't know much about Holy Bibles
But I grew up in the Bible Belt
I put my love for a woman on idle
idle moments)
You're just a good for nothin'
But my sweet hunk o' trash
(Let me get a word in there honey, you running your mouth)
You said I've
lips that I want you;
More surely than my words can say.
I see you stand and accuse me of no longer wanting you.
Misunderstanding what others have
to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up
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