Lyrics:
talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's
Hope he don't lose his way
The apple don't fall too far
The designer's the future in every
can't live a life where I've always got Comfort
All these lil boys are my sons, no Mumford, i'll hit a lil move quick on em like Shumpert
Pump fake
on Kimbo block
I don't believe you
You got two faggot ass sons to look after
And you really tryin' to battle beef
Talkin' this 5002 and 0 shit to
A nigga
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
might let 'em suck my dick, but I don't be fuckin' 'em""
You and your crew got guns? (What?) Still a bunch of bums
Tell Mumford and Sons me and my pops
Don't be ashamed of the life you live
The path is set the past a sedative
Don't be stuck on figments you can fix
What if Jesus popped a Vicodin
Addy
or like Chris Johnson
My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons
Mommy went dumb when she got that call I had got caught
Kicked out
Oh no, aye
So what was the hold up?
Giving you all of my time, and still ain't get no love
I'm rolling up
My niggas is go-
Big formula drift shit
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You
abdomen and strangle your man
And 'em with your small intestines
I'm what you call a veteran, I'm legendary
And you just a son of
A bitch and it's
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
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
I still read myself in Basket Case
And Welcome to the NHK
I'm a singer looking for redemption and love
Just like Mumford and his sons
You can blame me
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
it’s cause i be down
You used to love me at least I could tell
But now there's all types of doubt
I'm hurting inside
But our son keeps me alive
I know I
son
Yo, son, I'mma let you rock, just hold on, just hold on (yo, what's that in the background?)
Yeah, Kim, but anyhow (what's up Killa, baby, what's
son
Yo, son, I'mma let you rock, just hold on, just hold on (yo, what's that in the background?)
Yeah, Kim, but anyhow (what's up Killa, baby, what's
He's returning
To judge the quick and the dead and the sons of men
And I believe what I believe, yeah
Is what makes me what I am
Oh, I did not
yes you died)
( I believe you are the son of God)
I Believe, I believe my sins are washed, washed by his blood.
(I believe there is no other way, oh
all my trials and tribulations against me right now, my nigga
I ain't got nobody with me, but, guess what
I could believe that you with me, you heard
and take my hand
With you by my side I feel like there's nothing I cant do so I'm just saying
Hold on tight until its over
I believe, I believe, I believe I
enough
I pray I can hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it's fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I
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