Lyrics:
a trick star but not even he can tell his own tales
Someone else must
Nana Asaase will say, The Asanka and the Napoli are always in a fight
Rubbing each
to a man who calls her daughter his own
The life we live - Is more than our own - Yeah the life we all live - It's more than our own
Those lives we're living
Listen
Go to die alone
Or live long enough to become a clone
These are the paths
That we're shown
But I sit here and think
To each his own to each
Listen
Go to die alone
Or live long enough to become a clone
These are the paths
That we're shown
But I sit here and think
To each his own to each
strike
To each his own on the level of that moment
But it's your moment, and you know you'll fucking own it
Glorified and embraced by your victory
When
strike
To each his own on the level of that moment
But it's your moment, and you know you'll fucking own it
Glorified and embraced by your victory
When
Coke Boys baby
Grind all night, long as I can ball tomorrow
Vested enough in it anyhow
To each his own
Goddamn them bitches scream so loud
Fuck my
this life too hard
And we've gone to far
Have we lost all faith
On the way to the morgue
Do we see His face
Will I be ignored
Or be saved by grace
Cause
want a friend"
Said the Demon
The Suns heart melted as he saw his own loneliness reflected within the Demon
(Metaphorically speaking of course
No Sun
on the ground and dig out his eyes
And make him bawl for his mother
We don't like each other
Only 'cause I fucked his baby mother
That bitch was under the cover
Migos
Ay, ay, ay, nigga
Look at this nigga right here, man
Roll the window down, roll the window down
Bap-bap-bap, yeah
I made sure I hit his
to catch my breath
Perfect time to slip a pill in his drink
Take him outside and curb stomp his head
Toumi, you alright there man
You were in a world
got us
You got me
(Our love was meant for each other)
God took our lives in his hand
(Baby, I love His plan)
He lead me strait to you
But in His own way
letters of his own alphabet
Everythin' is cut & dry. The rooster crowes 3 times
As he turns & goes. The rooster crowes 3 times
A wise man told him about
her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with, man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
The young man in his moment
Of wandering thought became
Solitary in his claim to sure footing
As all fell beneath this strange power
The young man excluded by
Akati, dai ndiri shiri ndaibhururuka
(If I was a bird, I'd fly away)
He awoke with a start, driven by the hope in his heart
Envisioning the road
I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt"
On and on, page after page
Delightfully he flaunted each incident for an hour, without a breath
radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,
In da ghetto in da ghetto
The ghetto
In da ghetto in da ghetto
Now here's a 15 year old named Chris
A smart young man working hard for his shit
Most
knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake
Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for
Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for
gone astray
And each of us has turned to his own way
Turned to his own way
But the Lord has caused the iniquity of all to fall on him
And by His wounds
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