Lyrics:
gambling
Most of y'all are just fine rambling
I'm like, no limelight just on the line
He won't let you go until you know it's reel
Dive into la vida agua
Welcome to the story Mel. Why are you here?
You will find all the cash under Buddy's bench
Wendy, please stop yelling at Jonah. He's got his head straight
why were they doing that?
Oh, they said
Marty come over here
And take a look at our pictures
So I walked on over there
And I took a look
And you know
stoked!"
Meet Marty, major label A&R scout, forty years old, gut hanginh out.
Red Ferrari, Marty livinh in L.A. bumps another line to get through
No more choices born from freedom
No more kings and no more kingdom come
Live in fear of what your doubts are
You may find all your nightmares
give me the
Soss by Wednesday morning
They're gonna have a lot of problems
Alright, I don't care what they say
You go to wherever they are
You let 'em
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Where its hell living, them hawkers dwell in it
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, welcome to Hell's
to the winning side
Welcome to the Father’s side
Forever you’ll be winning child
Glory to God Babylon is fallen
We are no longer slaves we are sons by his glory
what that meant to me, yeah
You put me in position by believing in my vision
By believing in my vision all my dreams are what I’m living
I don’t think
Thanks heavenly for what you allow me to do
All things are possible when I go through you
Thanks for the caterin' and real good food
Thanks for
Where this shit be gettin real
To The Hillz
Welcome to The Hillz
Where I could never feel
Yo I'm surrounded by the cows
Times are gonna change
But I stand
are more your words than MINE!
MINE! MINE! MINE!
When I watch you
I feel so secure, I'm falling for
All your darkest plots and twists and metaphors
I'm
to ya buddy. I was talking with Marty about these dolls. Turns out, the uh, turns out the actual midget trolls were made in the 1300's, by, uh, Indian
[Paul Wall Intro]
I get up early and get it before the crack of dawn
And I'm still out when the sun set getting my hustle on
I'm grinding all day
Not kill them and fill them
With pistons and gears!
Marty's Plungers! Nothin' goes down
That can't come up!
Welcome to the Fazbear Family!
Clean
disgusted
Truth is inside the vision, but we don't trust it
Youth are inside the prison, until they rustin
But well adjusted, with liberty and justice
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
on the rickenbock-er
Hold up for a second a need a sip of water [Missy!]
If y'all in need of lessons just sit in observe
Drive by sliming you get hurt in the cudi
While
world
Welcome to the fool, welcome to the foolz world
Welcome to the fool, welcome to the foolz world
Hello hello hello, how are you doing? This is your
from me
Not a sound or peep
Find it hard to breathe
Life is all a dream so permanently sleep
Been a long time away welcome back
Waiting for you to say
I'm only wearin' black
And my homies are wylin'
We all love Taylor Swift
I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef
I'm saucin' it up
No
Welcome to the Cape flats
Where gang rivalry connects
Where our females are marching with hashtag am I next
In the beautiful city its God given yeah
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
They say the boy's ridin' clean
But without the King
What does it really mean
Cup full of lean, got
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