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expressing pain
Nobody asked why I said it
They all just shit on my name
This never was a fair game
They all just think I’m insane
Forced me to play by your

thru LA
You can pick apart my problems
Put the lock on the safe
Cuz I’m saved
By the holy one
I had all this type of doubt
But man I held that gun
I can

Born into the innocence, A life so naive
Deceive repeat, deceive repeat, repeat
A will so strong to make it wrong
The gavel used to ring the gong

Any other thought is cappin’
Call me the captain cause I am the king
Blinded by light coming off of my ring
Feel like Run The Jewels on the mic
I am

Bitch I been moving, living hella wrong
Real niggas die hard, I'm hella good
Pray to God, and work till I hear the gong
Hit the bong, dreams of wealth

don't even know
Careful crossing me
You'll end up in a song
Buried on my hard drive
Next to drum kits and gongs

Shoutout to professors that refuse

the heavens where harmonies unfold
A destiny of ages ancient songs foretold
Where earth sign, the sun sings and streets grow old
Crashing on the gong, you hear

let one in
So, I leap that tasty treat in my reclining ejector seat unscathed, unmarked by sin

Either I am getting taller or the ground is growing

seen enough heat in the Middle East, guess not
Point that little heat at me, guess what
Flaco, pinche greñas
I go by many names
Couple years up catch

Now playing OMG Anthem by Wizz

Yea, yea, oh my God
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

(Da Wizzard)
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh

(One oneeee)
On the road to the riches never told, never snitchin'
Same bros never switchin' by the code how we livin'
Made ya hoe come visit had her

przodu
Bez zmian od zaraz by nie sprawić sobie zawodu
Szukam powodów dlaczego warto wejść na drogi zmianę
Szukam powodów że warto zmienić się na stałe
Bo

The gong sounds and the audience takes its places again. The scene is empty, but you can already hear the friends returning - fiercely arguing.

Back

All Change. Words and Music by Tony Chapman (Copyrighted)

Instrumental:
Em, B,   E, Cmj7, A2(no 3rd),  Em

Em     
I try to resist,   I just can't

to get it on
It's time to bang a gong
It's time to release
My inner King Kong

I'm gonna
Kiss you like
Kiss you like
Kiss you like
Kiss you like
There's no

braterstwo i sen
Podpisuje że miłość
Podpisuje że chleb

Jedzie Nyska sześćdziesiąt może by się w coś przesiąść
I dogonić pospieszny na Łódź
Kolejarze tutejsi

see nothing

Come on down the golden path
Slow into the loophole
Where the hole in the head
Is created by the sole
Idea that the only goal
Is a diamond

As the sun comes around it's shadowed by a stormy sound
The peace we'd known in days past was lost in one dark cloud
There's no running from

naprawdę chcesz
Oh oh oh oh
Czy tego tak naprawdę chcesz

Wciąż pod presją by na podium stać

Nokautować zanim pierwszy wybrzmi gong
O najwyższe stawki

every breath of mine, glory unto to you)

Jhanan jhanan tori naubat baaje naal baje ghadiyal
Let the gong(naubat) ring loud for your glory day and night

to walk a thin line like a thong
She looked too banging like a gong
Cheerleader so I had to bring it on
Like I hit the gym so my wave is going strong
Laser

Now you face a man stronger than Mao Zedong
He gon send you back to the trees of 'Nam
Better watch out when the gong go
Cook you Cha Shao with a skewer

đào bới nhau

Sếp của em thế nào dễ tính hay thường gắt gỏng (that's right)
Anh ta có thương nhân viên hay thường buông lời sắc mỏng yah (eh yah)
Em còn

bumping fishbone with a melted snow cone
I'm the anabolic alcoholic who likes paintings by Jackson Pollack and a flower frolic
Here lies that Benji bitch