Lyrics:
to the trinity
You came home to me first
Whats that you got there
It looks familiar i swear
Oh my god a gun you bear
Its okay sweetie
Thats your freedom in here
They say, "Don’t throw stones if you live
In a glass home"
But America is Ritten's house, time
We say, "Good riddance, house"
And rebuild from
believe in seeds, only the forms they find it
Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define
mind
I'll be here with my friends
Mr. Blues by my side
Well, old Ace is blowing their horn
On the jukebox
And when he's done
It'll be time to go home
. .
return
Where every step I took in faith
Betrayed me
And led me from my home
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give
You take me in
No
Yeah, I'll let you know
(Sending all my blessings to you, baby)
I'll let you know when I'm heading home
This last year, feel like getting grown
Plus
How d'you do, I
See you've met my
Faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because
When you knocked
He thought you were the candy man
the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some clout
Shit's been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth
Put my home in the South, 10K square
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there
Seven candles lay by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair
A mother said
Twenty-one years of age
Wise as a sage—emptied of rage
With the stage presence of a veteran
Entering the arena
My demeanor clean up confusion
You
plums ain't half as sweet as you
Someone go tell Santa I don't need no gifts
Got nothing on my list
Don't you know my only wish is to hold you
tonight
And, sometimes they need help
GIRL 2: Joe, my mom's so sick and I just got to go home to Kansas City
Well I have some pesos saved up I can give
?
Okay, I'll give it a shot
Hey, sweet thing you're in a lot of luck
'Cause I'm gonna take you for a ride
In my pickup truck
Just a moment. I'm not ready
the sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
Lime green, lime green, lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December
James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December
decadence
(What?) duh-duh-duh-duh
This phase won't ever pass
These sweets are cold kickin' my candy ass
And that was that
(Unh) , but it turned out shit
Well
side or no side bro
Go home and don't slide
I've got bro's and they ghost ride
Go hide when they roll by
It's either this side or no side
We on this side
I was conceived in the late 90s
By a family who was just being formed
Tunnel vision
My vision is becoming deformed
Bloody eyes
I have no remorse
I'll
them streets, but you ain't really missin' none
I know this rap shit look real sweet, but my real life, it ain't no fun
'Cause right now, I'm out
can't wait to lay them down
My savior
Can't wait to see you in that sweet old by and by
Oh
The clock is tickin'
We're runnin' out of time
What I've
My country tis of thee, as a child I was proud.
Now I am much older, my opinion's changed by leaps and bounds.
Save the environment is what you say
it's not) not made by hand
I got a mother, a sister and a brother
Who have gone to that sweet home
And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
to beer
When I walk home the boys rollin up with the 30 packs of Nattys
While my roommates pregame listening to Call Her Daddy
I hear there's drama goin
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