Lyrics:
of the rain
And may your beard grow long and true
Somehow we found our way there and back again
Oh, but no prize was worth it without you
Leaving my home
Makes you wanna dance
Makes you wanna sing
Makes you wanna shout all about it
Shout all about it
Shout it that Jesus is King
Makes you wanna dance
like
I do what I like
I am a king I do what I like
I do what I like
I am a king I do what I like
I do what I like
It was like back then in high
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
it
Stupid ass bitches! Yo
Niggas just want to compare her to somebody
Everybody! If they ever see me
Sitting down and peeing
They're gonna fucking
but that's another story
I rock hemp knot jewelry
If you bet put your money on me
Get ready victory
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It's Unexplanetory
Kottonmouth Kings
good
Yeah, I'm gonna getcha baby, I'm gonna knock on wood
I'm gonna getcha somehow honey, yeah, I'm gonna make it good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh,
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like (whoa)
Maybe it's the vinta' deuces
now
Or do we hate each other
We're gonna get through somehow
Has it turned the world into a nightmare
Will it be farewell
Only time can tell
of them are calling me
i'm at the Albert with punk rockers probably
tryna make a name though many would not agree
i'm gonna make it god damn it
i'm from
of them are calling me
i'm at the Albert with punk rockers probably
tryna make a name though many would not agree
i'm gonna make it god damn it
i'm from
A diamond is so hard to find you keep searching patiently
You take a stone and make it shine and somehow you bring out the best in me
[ guitar ]
unhealthy produce
The artist intent never intended to speak
Make a speech and ss stutter worse than Albert the king
Therapist put a dent in my mind
It's all
across that will not always connect
And it's not gonna make sense, you're gonna feel lonely
You're gonna feel like you're, there's no one with you
Since y'all can't make a change yeah
We're just getting by
Hanging on just by a hair
We're just getting by
Hanging on just by a hair
We're just
the movie screen
And by this time we'll be sold out
I'm just another face in the crowd, not gonna let it bring me down
Because I know someday, I'll break
have a lot of laughs together
We've had a lot of good times together
And when the bad times come
I'm gonna be for you
Right by your side
Right by your
to make music and I wasn’t
‘Cause even when I’m buzzin’, it sure doesn’t
Feel the same! You appealed to strain
When seals were slain, keeled over
really didn't mean it huh
Count your blessings
Name them one by one, that's Eleven
Fool me once, won't fool me twice
Learned my lesson
Workout your
it louder
[Chorus]
Yeah, we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
Thank God we made it (yeah)
And I mean it, yeah yeah, oh
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
street
I'm romantic and I love all this foreplay shit
Rubbing boobs touching Yansh Foko sidi foreigners
Albert Einstein for the ladies estimate its body
break we didn't panic
We maneuvered through pain and somehow a nigga managed
Where were you though
I'm one of those Cuban Linx that it was built for
cuz no none likes you
Throw it in the trash, and I call it soprano
Burning on his track, spitting image Vesuvio
Gonna make him mad, like a poor mans
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