Lyrics:
feeling like Medusa
I feel like an instrument she blow me like a tuba
I was daydreaming of us swimming back in Cuba
I be getting lost in her eyes like
prochaine
J'ai les instruments pour grosse opération comme des greffes de cœur de saÏyen
Ma prose est trop dark dangereuse comme Mossad bresson comme mon
Je veux vivre pour donner
Servir et consoler
Répandre ta paix
Je ne suis qu'un instrument
Plus petit qu'un enfant
Ton amour m'a sauvé
Je veux le
The summoning's complete
Listen to the metal
And get up on your feet
Dwell in your coffin
We circle around your tomb
We're the instrument of your demise
We'll
trouble They've been acting salty
So I added some spices
But now you better listen to the Illest instrument we be the Killer niggas
But We be the nicest
instrument
Just we all us at the end
With the microphone its my gun
Its my life its the beatilul sound
Why cannot you feel this musice
You should try
You claim you were born
In a place unknown to me
A mystery Jesus
Comes stealthily
But when you move your feet
You use your body like an instrument
and leave them clueless
U nuh see me style and me flow dem fluent
U nuh see me voice coming like a instrument
Yea me full a vibes yea me full a influence
Warmageddon
The instruments of war
A shrieking eulogy amidst the ruins of death decimation calls my name
Unfolding darkness of endless tragedy
a instrument
Down in East Nashville crack heads looking for a whole fix
He high he housekeeping do anything to get more of
My OG shown me how you make $50k in
the theme song for
Drums Music School.
CHORUS
Every girl every boy get ready (You know you've got to get ready)
Instruments in your hands get ready (You
Turned up my hustle and look now it's all in my hands
All of the bread
Ain't no instruments on me but my pockets full of them bands
This ain't no Mercedes
baby
Give me a call when you see my Sade
Give me a call when you see her
Instrument playing
I don’t know why
I’m still in denial
You’ll always be mine
Guess what
I'm Fred Sharon
I'm out of India
But I miss that place
I liked all their instruments
I took it for granted
Want to go back to India
But
the dinosaurs
This world needs the troubadours
With new instruments of power
Show us what we're looking for
Raising up the dinosaurs
This world needs
find it in your hobbies or your wage
Strip me of the platform and the titles
Take away my instruments and cut my hair
What if why I made a noise was
stimulants never hit E
My whip be legitimate sound like an instrument it got 12 V’s
I’m riding on Beverly passing up seventy
I’m Driving slow like I’m elderly
Breath of God, fall fresh on me
Lord make me an instrument of Your peace
Where there is hate, let me sow love
And where there is injury, pardon
Help
Do instruments of torture count?
No
Is mayonnaise an instrument?
No, patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument.
Cause I'm a modern day Hendrix
I don't
bitch fuck with the opps
Better get the drop
Bitch if not, you better go kick rocks
They know my gun sound like a instrument
Ion ever touch innocents
Ion
door. Rose headed toward the music. When she opened the door, she saw that the room was full of musical instruments and each instrument was playing on its
to settle for second best
Don't ask me to give up or give in
To the instrument of fear
Don't ask me to settle like all the rest
'Cause I'm the best
You think
you wanted
Then you left me astray
Started pullin' all my strings
Yeah you're pluckin' away
At a hollow instrument
By the neck so it stays
So immature
I wake up in the morning and I seize the day
I pull myself out of the valley
I pack my bags up with my instrument
And head on out to Silver Lake
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