Lyrics:
leaders
When them no get conscience
Make we come together for the love of a nation
Picture a new naija and lets start creation
The future dey our hands
you'd have to confide in me
You were holding up your cardboard demands
Cover your face up, you wouldn't want to burn your hands
Injury's secret if you
Head injury, head injury, head injury
You got a kiss for me, it hits me hard
You got a fist for me, you love so hard
My hands on my head, your
Head injury, head injury, head injury
You got a kiss for me, it hits me hard
You got a fist for me, you love so hard
My hands on my head, your
waves
resume AA batteries
Shots and disruptive strokes
Stress test injury
Hand signal, victory terminal.
Racket, parquet
pukulan liarnya terlalu melebar
whatever you say
Instinctual
Second guessing passionately
Factoring for the anomaly
Hoping for some kind of injury
Hands or fingers
Blades or triggers
is a mirror
The sea and the breeze
The sky is a mirror
Of self-interest and greed
It really fits with our brand
Lumps of coal in our hand
And her injury at the hand of an almighty memory
And I might have guessed
That you'd press a rose in the pages
Where Abelard confesses
His love
What is good for the masters is not safe for the servants
Her hands were hurt in the factory injury without safety
Profit margins increasing
Injuries all over my body
Lookin' like fighting and killing my hobby
I got so far yeah no one can stop me
Believe in myself too much, they call me
in the dot
And roaring this shit to the lot
And yea, we never gonna stop
We don't care about the injuries, we just keep on going
Getting this shit
Insult to injury
Now that we've made up our minds
If you love me once
I'll adore you twice
Take my hands and my time
Sun set
Island of loving you
My face
And the ones that running
Feels like I'm sinking into some quicksand
Been tryna heal with the gas in my hand
Cause my ass on the stand and
My last album was
talmbout all out of state
Fuck 12
And fuck all tha hate
If I see another bike
Wait, foe I throw out my hand
Cuz some of dese bikers be lame
Dey wont even
finish your heart become injury & broke cause I will not forgive Yuh
Our love a car with no engine
We can’t not go the distance
My heart feel with
waiting for bread submission At five in the morning, the radio still going Counting the number of dead
Counting the number of injuries Counting the number
Steals the lives of all those who pass through her hands
They say it's over when the hard part just began
Soul-sucking mistress with insatiable
You didn't know what could cause damage to Mr. Depp's hand
Dr. Kipper told me
That he sustained an injury on one of his fingers
Uh objection, hearsay
the
Storm of ancient history
I'm cold
Forget what I told you
I know you hate me now
I'm just another injury
I miss all the plans
We had for tomorrow
I can't
Unprecedented horrors displayed
Enter my Kingdom
And succumb to your injuries
This is my world
I control your fate
The earth turns cold
As light
I fight my demons on the daily through the angels that you sent me
But I'm closer to the edge through the hands that they lent me
Father never
adding insults to injuries
But in your shadows I learnt to live
And it's the only place that lets me breathe
Your skin tastes like cyanide
And it's
The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it,
The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it,
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