Lyrics:
praise him cuz he with me through the wait
God's love 1st Corinthians 13:4 though 8
This is faith I won't faint on his time can't be late
Christian grey
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side
So now I come to you
With open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So here I
(Graffiti sky)
(I don't think y'all ready)
(Yo, I don't think y'all ready)
Graffiti decorations under a sky of grey
This constant
grass-sick
They'll founder, fain, they'll die
What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?
It is,
hills
His school was the prairie, the sage, the wild berry
The quail, the wide open sky
The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river
The Redbud
wherever you will go now
Want you to know now
You take me places that I never seen
Make me more than I could ever be
Open your arms and let me fall
ever say anything but Paul
David Miller was like "yeah, yeah
Come on"
And so then, um, we went to the mall
And the whole time
We were hanging out with
by outer light from the sun
Be rejected by the Grey Cubes, Grey Cubes
Foggening your sight
Exposed in flashy little lights
Get back get back with siren
that I am save
Getting closer to my gray fate
With forehead up and a false smile
An imaginary light that gets me blind
Getting closer to my gray fate
how long it's been that I been this lonely
Back there at the stop sign
I see her headlights
I think she's coming with me
These arms are open all
met with uncle scar
Fake street niggas Ima hit you with my car
Sober minded lyrics even though its open bar
Naw I aint the one to play with like
with open arms
Yes, the population is overwhelmingly senior
An Early Bird-emic, with aggressive demeanors
Yes every one of 'em's an Ebenezer Scrooge
We gone, Drive By
Money Moe nigga
Yeah
High Tide, High Times
Man
That shit be the Move
That shit be a Groove
When I ride
My Whip feels kool Spaceship
better
You ain't never find no lover
In your arms
In your arms your arms, your arms, your arms
Give me your heart, I'll keep it
Room for all them
on the menu
If niggaz hungry
Do a nigga how they did sunny
You better study
Only losers say you got lucky
Follow the money
Uh
They welcome me
With opens arms
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
on together
We drifted apart
And here you are
By my side
So now I come to you
With open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So here I am
With
on a grey day, reds late at grooves
square curtained eyes pair in my room
open the window, a breeze seems to say pullin tendons of my hair
come out to play
attempts to "ready him for the world"
by tempting him with the "fruit of woman.
" David introduces Paul to Natasha Toussaint,
a beautifully exotic French
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece
One nigga beaming, fagot ass
Lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm
Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece
One nigga beaming, fagot ass
Lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm
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