Search results for 'holiday for strings by louis prima' Page #10

leaves
Please believe it's a relief
Stress-free at the beach
As the wind and haze combine for a nice breeze
We're in the shade, the sun is blocked by

green 
Goes to you
Goes to me
You're my type
Fun as hell
Far away
God can tell
On God I feel I fell for you
On God I swear I'll marry you
On God I might

Get Away

B.J. The Chicago Kid

1123

2019

doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself,

had a choice, but I'm always goin' have a chance
Goyard duffle bag, Gucci socks with the Louis pants
Tryna take you to a holiday Paris, France
Know you

in the Louis strap you should build
And you know got it, if you got it, you ain't got yourself
And if your body, you a body, you ain't by yourself

How

rings
A hundred little silly things
Hopes and dreams are shattered, hopes and dreams are broken by waves
A guilt trip or a holiday

What you saw in me,

The Sandlot
Stand By Me is a cultural movie, for the kids
You know obviously you got
godfather you know
Now that is something I can agree with, godfather
What

of forget me not
Broken violin strings being played in the closet 
Who made you feel ashamed for singing along with spring?
The family portraits are turning

to Hollywood but finally
Came home for the holidays
We talked about the past and made me
Promise you I would never change
By being modest, humble, being honest

got me writing these words
And I'ma keep striving for it til I get what I deserve, yeah

I don't know how to hold you down
So I'll stand by, getting too

you tryna enter this world then all you gots to say is



hello hello mr. Goodbar

I'm so so glad to see you this far

you were the strings to my guitar

Big rollie
Fashion watches
I be smoking up
I can tell the time
Just by looking
At the sun
No alarm
Cause my mind is my guide
She said baby
Time we go

Scenery they swallow whole
Melissa:
There are lots of cats tuning strings
Ryceejo:
Nightingales in the wings
Scott & Ryceejo:
Waiting for their big drum

and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man

enemies
Kudos to my friends
Fans dem love and spend on me
You know how we roll
Fifty fifty so close
A house by the see
Holidays on a speed boat
My woman

Yeah
I love it when you spoil me
Loui bag, shoes, and the key to a new car
It's another Bentley
Icy swerving in LA with the top down
Yeah you know

above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your

bet?
I'm a real one don"t you forget
Stop running with clowns that do petty theft
I keep it close like a tight string
Superior to all crown me king
I

I've been stuck inside all day
And I've barely done the very minimum
I'm like ooh ooh
Say it's not true
Uh uh oh
People scare me it's a holiday for

Pull up step back in ya face
I ain't going for the cap by the way
Pulling strings like a cat holiday
Jumping off a big porch, bombs away
Cuz almost went

Hung your cd's up on strings in the backyard
Is that what you'd ask for
I don't know
We get too drunk and scream all night in the front yard
It's not

heard me)
And she down for anything with a profit
Boy you need to stop it, what the lick read
Fulla pills, rollin like a ten speed
She turn around like

big grin
Think the world be for the taking
Perception shaken
Strings played with by Gepetto
Pot call kettle black
Niggas lost the will to live
Well so

on Rock Lee
I'm smoking on this Sub Zero make a nigga freeze
Make a nigga freeze yea I'm smoking Leonard Snart
I roll all my jays by hand I've never smoked