Lyrics:
a mixup
Crash that lil boy he can't get up
My niggas seen all they targets they blitzin like rocket
Rest of these niggas got sad all the hoes off the market
you the type to be going out sad right (sad right)
Fancy nigga & I'm blessed caused I'm living right
When it comes to the paper I always keep my math
the peasants think
So much ice nowhere near a rink
Let's celebrate with a drink
Hold on, I need to think
I, don't mind, if when I lose my mind
I do it by your
a peasant
You had for leisure
You think this song about you
It is and it isn’t
I just keep getting done the same
By some women
You think this song about
He never wrote a song for Linda
He wrote as though he lived alone
He wrote of dreams that end
And of sad brave men
Inventing worlds he'd
your love and it’s hurtful and now it’s my hassle, cause you’re not here by my side, oh Y
A sad song in the night
We stumble, you know how to love me
to explain
How I've grown since then I've changed
But I just want to
Do right by you
Know that I did wrong
From what you said
Tired of singing sad songs
Did it
her mascara, kid
Tears dropping after I dumped her lovely tits
Now you gotta a sad wife don't smack my bitch
Can't you see she's gold digging leave her
Eating peasants creep discreet like Kells to petite adolescent's when he speak a message
Keep a fleet of blessings for they feeble weapons they
was lonesome
Missed my mother, she was gone
All of my brothers, sisters crying
What a home so sad and lone
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by
in the best but I ain’t makin nothin off of it
A kid to a giant yea a peasant to a king it’s like David vs Goliath in a dream but I’m Hakeem
Shaking
all the sad songs
That you remember how to play
Pull out all of those good good-by songs
With all the words you forgot to say
That you did not say
that I deal with everyday
Said I'm fine and I lied
Forty five right by my side
On Heartbreak Blvd
Listen to sad songs as I cry
Wish I could take a break
With money you squeeze from the peasants
To your nephew you can give it as a present
This magnificent symphony in C
You'll be commissioning a symphony
And return to nowhere
Kings die like peasants, with no one to mourn
There's blood in these hills
From the battles forlorn
Wolves in the shadows drag pieces
the waterline.
Vague, the song of the night.
Innocent to all the peasant gods with you,
So, we drink to be renewed.
On the long, deep river
Where
through my saved songs
Looking for peace
But these bring back memories
Skipping sad songs and sad feelings
Cause I don't want a reason to pity me
Driving
was lonesome
Missed my mother, she was gone
All of my brothers, sisters crying
What a home so sad and lone
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by
damn, bachelor
Turn the club to a massacre
(Fuck it up, fuck the club up)
(If you a broke nigga I'm sad at ya, pitiful)
Sad to say, fight what you do
the aftermath of a sad, sad song?
I see your hands
The way they hide up your sleeves
Your slender little fingers in a tight white fist
That was meant for me
Got too many days I've been down bad (down bad)
Got too many nights I want it all back (all back)
Got too many songs and they all sad (all sad)
Yeah
his final wish
No gave he clue his further plan
They buried him knights honours full
Earned by this valiant man
He never spoke his final wish
Nor
A sad fact widely known
The most impassionate song
To a lonely soul
Is so easily outgrown
But don't forget the songs
That made you smile
No Simon says but it's still my way
Stay up in her head like the songs I make
Stay up in yo' bitch cause I hit replay
Off of the top this shit basic
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