Lyrics:
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
that's not motivating
How the fuck don't you have no ambition, what is your
Motive in life, what is the purpose in life, what are you doing wrong
What am I
park
'cause your mama was out there picking cotton in the dark...
...fuck...
I remember even when you cried,
You were still beautiful,
Your big
(Evan, turn me up)
(Fuck that shit up, Fraaz)
The way these niggas did me, I could never trust Nobody
Can tell by how he talking, he ain't did
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing
fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
I recall the yellow cotton dress
It was foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like
the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing
the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing
by fears they just can't let go and cling to what they know
something born in fear is absolutely nothing
only real substance come from Love
only real
able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
queer life?
Yeah, how's your queer life, is it killing you?
Don't worry girl, it's just your queer love
Totally different from your real love
Sometimes I
follow his plan because the kingdom is at hand
If your in love with the world your an enemy to him
James 4:4 go check written within
John 15:18 messiah
your soul, tryna get them people loving you
But me, I stay old school, so love? I will never force
I’m not a surfer, unless we’re talking internet
Cause
you
'Cause I'd rather die young
Than live my life without you
I rather not live at all
Than live my life without you
You know I've been in love
and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men
on my life it's mandatory
Hallelujah praise the lord I got that King James whoa that's a big sword
I be on that Mike Servin Jesus Christ We love you God
her to your very core
Lingers on your tongue, from sweet to sour by then she’s done
On to the next, flavor of the week, rotting you away like sugar
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