Lyrics:
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
runs dry I just look to the skies
Count all my blessings knowing I'll get by
You affi grateful grateful grateful
From yuh have life just give thanks all
Fighting at the fillmore east.
Oh!
Two unreleased recordings of...of the grateful dead,
Sitting in with mel torme
Yeah!
No! i...
Oh! man! oh, I, I just...
I
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
layin dead
But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back
Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat
Hoo wooda said that it wooda helped anyway
Wit mo guns
and booted, praising His name
Through my trials and tribulations, I'm grateful for everything
I'm so grateful
I'm so humbled by Your love
Oh why
Where
cyanide
It feels like cyanide
When you feel dead inside
And all you got is pride
It feels like cyanide
It feels like cyanide
When no one's by your side
from Original
Lesson by lesson
Step by step
Feet pound di ground
Vibes in me vain
Doing music till me go dead
Living ife without regrets
No stress no
and by any means
I'm gone make it if break me cause I gotta live
Up to my goals share my talent with the world
If I touch one out a million I'm grateful
I
grateful
I'm just so fucking grateful
Yeah, heaven really knows I overthink
Do a thousand takes and pick the fifth
Get overwhelmed by every little
past
Absent friends shall live by love
And the dead shall live again
Absent friends shall live by
Love, love, love, love
And I remember
Butch Cassidy
So don't sleep, moneygrip, or that ass'll be
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
Now I'm dead on your ass like Spencer for Hire
Word,
as a clue
Should I kill myself or man should I really live for you?
Cause by the time you pick a decision it'll already be too soon
And I just keep on feeling
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead]
Alright!
Hey, are we ready?
Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet
My middle name is
and Jesus
The disciples never uttered a word
He literally started embodying his permanent position in our lives
Because he stepped in between the law
still in bed
That ill I'm dead
But feeling live with my spirit rhymes
Live in the booth live in the booth
I was caged but now I'm a tiger
everything, point him out and then he dead
Shootin' up where his granny live, "blaow, blaow!", his granny duck
He don't give a fuck, he's on Henny and Xanny'd
by time and progress
Lending it a distinctive quality a
Modern city embracing technology
But somewhat overtaken by nature
Still trying to find
in plain view
Today's new woke up feeling grateful
You get what you give and you make due
Don't get discouraged I know you're meant to flourish
Through
and Jesus
The disciples never uttered a word
He literally started embodying his permanent position in our lives
Because he stepped in between the law
Good news! She's dead!
The Witch of the West is dead!
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us here in Oz
Is dead!
Good news!
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