Lyrics:
feelin'
Things I say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what I'm feelin'
This the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica
Seven billion hungry ghosts
Just a parasite killing its host
The emperor wears no clothes, I see those brittle bones
But we're buried by modern
like we got Soul
Melanin a pop like a black gold
Singing ma favorite song on the radio
Right yah now me gone ah street cause big dance ah keep
Bare
serenade me
Lay low, you cowards, lay low
There's a black cloud rolling in
Over the ocean
It's coming for your soul
He's singing
Your navy can't tame me
A whistle blows
The doors slide shut
I store my baggage overhead
The train hisses a goodbye, the station scrolls by
I fold my coat to make a bed
This is the end of you and me
And I'm never going back
Before my broken soul begins to fade to black
And if I could show you now
Let you see
Cold world got you taking my soul, huh
Cold world when the fake get all the love
Cold world when I wonder if there's one above
Cold world when your
Black ice near that white scarred river
It'll take your greed struck soul
Oh the singing lake, where balance won't know you it'll take what you sow
Who said Mobsters don't prosper
They breaking the code
Niggas be singing like the Opera
As long as you know
They gon' ride if I'm telling him so
You
the blues
Set my big brown hat to my black pointed shoes
(I'm thinking about it)
I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately
Follow my heart
black pointed shoes
(I'm thinking about it)
I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately
Follow my heart wherever it takes me
Let it flow on by
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
to my kness,
My conscience said "No" my libido "Yes please!"
I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned,
I've squandered my immortal soul by
I went down by the river and the water was cold
It chilled my body but not my soul
Ima give em hell
I'm one of them niggas that cut his self down
I
down my thought, dark and deep like a Black hole
A sticky soul, a crawling worm
A dirty mirror covered in mould
Eclipse by the moon, the dark side
She got me singing
Yeah, Yeah
The same ol song
The same ol song
Same ol story
You better
Save our selves
Our mental health
She is my soul
And she is my
He's the first black President
He's the first black resident
To ever become President
Free your mind, your ass will follow
Flavor Flav all the way
to the mothers of the fallen
Put my all into the cause hear you calling
Never heard the phone ringing, I just know your soul singing
Takes a village, we can really
a creepin down in them black woods
Singin' his son its a haunting tune
Listen close baby he singing' to you
He said...
You Ain't got that voodoo like I do
I was found by the Bay
(On my walk)
Drunk man told me to pick up the saxophone
(On my walk)
I said, "Black, drunk man, could you please leave me
I was weak
Nobody sit by the tree
Till it get it some leaves
Mama was planting the seed
It came out black
And the world wanted me to be blue
I
leads
So you you're own backup singers
You know, she comes from
This rock background, so
To have her singing in a soul cadence
Was really interesting
wonder
Hope it don't turn to another blunder
Shawty so damn fine but it's hard to find her
Singing out my soul like my name Yolanda, yeah
One time for
stranded out at sea.
Now as the light begins to fade the sun disappears
I see a siren singing in a sea of tears
I know it's you, I can tell by your hair.
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