Lyrics:
Just for the haters to have a place
To stay to fuel my anger
To make more bangers
A love hate relationship
'Cause the more they hate
The more I get paper
(I fuel your dreams)
I am the one that's fueled by your misery
Pray for the ones with weaker blood
They make me stronger, to live longer, I am one
When I was lost and I didn't know where to go
E be you wey been fuel my passion
When I been dey, been dey stagger on a low
E be you wey been ease my
Sparking up with Mary Jane
Riding out that mellow wave
Got the fuel its energy
Make you feel some type of way
Get in the flow, puffin the dope
Imagine
jammy pack,
Fuel it up,
Cause I'm gone.
The people all dance,
With their big long arms,
And a peach in their pants.
Picking fruit from the sky,
Sweet temptation, that's what you are to me.
That's what you'll always be, it seems.
Ah, sweet temptation, you smile and pass me by.
But still you
(POW) Looks like i caught me a case
(DRIP) My swag on ocean spray
(H**) You can get f*ck'ed by the gang
(HUH) I do not f*ck with these lames
They false
selves
Kal-el rise up
Kal-el fly on by
Kal-el save us
Kal-el from the dark
e. Abaddon (instrumental)
f. Nephilim
Living in you shadow
you're
follow you there
Instrumental
Had some strangest feelings, wanted to get lost
In that moment I was only by myself
Nothing to be feared
I'm just a shadow
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
Hopin' we're favored by the weather vanes and satellites
Take the vinyl cover off the pitot tube
Rock the wings a little, double-check the fuel
Pop, pop
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
Veins are a racetrack for fuel that I need
Life on the edge is the bread which I feed
Standing alone, open for all to see
My tunnel vision for
note by note by note
Instrumental
Touch me with your baby blues
Romance me with a sexy song
Feel my heart strings beating strong
Hold me squeeze me all
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
on the 21st of June.
And it's country music in the park and everybody's ruined.
Instrumental break
Well it's fountains full of dogs and kids.
And it's freaky
or on sea
And I'll share all your sorrows and cares
At night as I kneel by my bedside to pray
I'll remember you love, in my prayers.
--- Banjo Instrumental
Don't be mistaken by the first impression
And watch out for that innocent expression
(Ooh, ah)
She's not what she seems
(Ooh, ah)
Don't wait
and the wind blew round
And stole your directions, you lost your way home
And you felt like a passenger left by the road
But I'll tell you the reason you
the fuel
I'm really not afraid of nothin'
Look on everything, I gave everything and got nothing back
Ain't looking for no pat on backs
That ain't how
a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red
Like never before
Your presence is an open door
So come now, Lord
Like never before
[Instrumental]
[Bridge]
I know breakthrough is coming
By faith I
the back of my mind, that’s the fuel
That’s the fuel baby, yeah yeah that’s the fuel
That’s why I don’t need you
I do this shit all by myself so I don’t need
fuels me more than ambiguity
I’m blinded by the light and by the beauty
I’m fiending for the treasure for the rubies or
Or more like emeralds in the sky
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