Lyrics:
me
Right to my rotten bones
Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
By courtesy of your mother
The signs reads welcome
me
Right to my rotten bones
Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
By courtesy of your mother
The signs reads welcome
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Spoken Vocals by JString
Other Vocals Performed by Yona Marie (Courtesy of Fiverr) Recorded in Maryland, United States
All
your self-centered life
Hope that it gets you by
When your world starts to crumble around you
And you so called friends have passed you by
Courtesy
the pools of other lives.
Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony.
Get clobbered on by courtesy, in love with love, and lousy poetry.
And I'm leaning
Cho-bue
By courtesy of me
This is life
This is life
This is life
This is life
This is life
So so man go dey suffer
Ade ɛnsa ade ɛnkye man go dey hala
you it’s something you gotta see
Fede I do it by courtesy
Of all of my people that ride for me
Chicks will be tryna get hold of me
Asking “How do you
drowning in the pools of other lives
Rely a bit too heavily
On alcohol and irony
Get clobbered on by courtesy
In love with love and lousy poetry
in the pools of other lives.
Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony.
Get clobbered on by courtesy, in love with love, and lousy poetry.
Chorus
Somebody told me to vote Conservative
Tragedy is not known under
This dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I
dance like we use to BABY
Lyrics Written by Terashon Blakemore (BMI)
Vocals Performed & Produced by Jai (Courtesy of Fiverr.com)
Music Written & Produced
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Someone out there is drawing battle lines
And queuing up factions
And worst part is, you didn't get this docile by nature
Courtesy of the creator
Let's ride with the family down the street
By the courtesy of Fred's two feet
When you're with the Flintstones
Have a yabba dabba doo time
A dabba doo
Changed by the courtesy
Of my inspiration
Leading to liberation
To act x 3
To Aaaact
Reach out, begin
Reach out, let love in
Reach out and share
Live life
One, two, three
I kept my face obscured
By the courtesy mask
I connived at your vigilance
So that you could relax
You have god to love
But have you
person but
I'm the shit
I get followed by a courtesy flush
Compel, the clientele
To get in line and smell
What I'm tryna to sell
And if I cry it's not
Brass Section by Will Allen for TheBrass Productions (Courtesy of Fiverr) Recorded in New Jersey United.
Bass Guitar by Lee Ferguson (Courtesy of Fiverr)
dance like we use to BABY
Lyrics Written by Terashon Blakemore (BMI)
Vocals Performed & Produced by Jai (Courtesy of Fiverr.com)
Music Written & Produced
trademarked by misery courtesy of my bloodline
Routine family fiascoes walls curtain a sons cry
Insomnia induced by screaming matches between my mother
currency?
Cowardly couragely I didn't build for the serpentine
Just to get licked by some snakes
And get lynched by the fakes
Where's the courtesy
One by one
Every courtesy is gone
And the show begins
Bring on the clowns
Pain is quiet
I've laughed at silence
For the last time
Let the show
you made me a courtesy by lacking identity
Mr N.V envy me by the edge of my claws
Cutting thru your flaws as a swords to straws
Please excuse me
Let
appear
The Bat can hit that scene pristine pedigree
Ending the battle wiffuh team combo spree
Yonko in one, muzzled by abyssal lead
Used to serve Hades but
reliance
On hearsay and conjecture
Defeated by applying science
Courtesy of slash vin
One of the planets finest
All Because jflo took a chance by igniting
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