Lyrics:
Noah was first to "check 1, check 2"
Guess who rescued Repunzel
Climbing up her gold weave, then made her braid her hair like Alicia Keys
Before
the good way and walk in it, walk on
Saints of old and streets of gold
Will gaze upon His throne
Singin' holy, holy God of glory
We'll worship Him
By three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home
care what you two were"
So it's a trick on your ego
A two-step off tempo
A solid gold bracelet
Under lights in a window
In some shopping mall
St. Joe, trade-in
I don't want this life
There's too much gold, and
Not enough bad guys
So won't you talk to St. Pete
And see what he can do for
love of you
Oh, for love of you
It's all, it's all you, yeah
You are the highway I travel
Cause I watched you carve streets of gold
Through all the sand
the first
when it comes to you
silence is the worst
these tumbleweeds roll by
the memories we made
and these deserted streets
feel like they'll never fade
all that bitch REAL SHIT "
went from a personal pan to a meat lovers certified
street hustla I like a talka how u rock it cut'n dem
nappy head hoes wut
"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"
Tomb is open slap
if I could
Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
So slow to fade
Check all the hip across the street
Taking turns unlocking doors to fame by
the sunset if I could
Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
So slow to fade
Check all the hip across the street
Taking turns unlocking doors
and the film inside still had a few pictures left
So I just snapped it off and then
I found a place on the high street that could still develop them
I dropped
can be Simon, and don't have to draw
Step to the a.m. and not sit by the door
I can have pockets, and don't have to be swollen
Fat-ass beat, and it
name is Greg Nice I like to swing
Went to Canal Street I bought the dookie rings
After that, I bought a fur
Then I went to see the lady for a manicure
a ghetto street spotlight
I'm always loced down and always high as a kite
Now everyday is like somebody's watching me
Gotta get my 9-millimeter before they
hype
I just hit but she ain't my type
she just another big bootie, nice tits, and a face that's right
that stay fly in some name brand tights
this gold
Gold and crimson tinged, glittering leaves litter the streets
Sitting beneath the trees, she sleeps innocently
Didn't believe that a being so
waves, but the bandana gotta match
And some still rock gold, but everybody went plat'
Lookin at the ground like YO WHASSUP WIT DAT?
We live where some
For The Night!
House Full Of People, But You Always By Your Self
It's a Damn Shame Ain't Nobody There To Give You Help
You Dream Of Wealth But You
decided, undivided, single minded
a polemical display of respect you can't fight it
said the fire next time is now too late
restless feet sweep the street
through the pearly gates
And I finally see my best Friend
Face to face i’m in Heaven
I start walking down the streets of gold
In a moment surrounded by
uh)
Sad that the one to betray you
Is who you often trust you lost in lust
Blinded by the light I illuminate (Yeah)
You light cruiser weight
Fifty-twos
C'mon, uh Doap Nixon, AOTP
Gotta be a betta way
I found out that by the time
You make it in life
You find out you already had it
That's real talk
when I'm with you
These empty streets
Full of glitter and gold
I make a wish on a star
For you to come home for me to hold
And we build a snowman
And he
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