Lyrics:
want
You've got that I need
Let's get together and keep me forever
Yeah waaaaaaahh!
I'm harder than a coffin nail
I've been to heaven; I've been to hell
but they make them plastic faces
Man I don't really know if I should carry on
You might think it's hell we're in, but nah we've got fire alarm
It's just
I find them?
You won't they'll find you
We present The Demon of the Dream
A film by Parkinson's Production Team
Hold onto your seats its not an easy
and you say you can't save this
It's too late, face it
I'm slippin' away, shameless
Surrounded by people who have too many faces
Voice sounds shaky
I try
to carry him home
But Samson prayed and his bounds were gone
He killed a thousand with an old jawbone
He'll be a friend and guide you he'll walk
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
it's pro sports or rap
No disrespect... but you ain't real, it's best you stand back
This hardship I carry when I up it make a big splash
I'm not tryna
You'll never understand the man that I was
Walk this path through hell and back alone
I'll never feel regret for wounds that I cut
Step by step, gave
I'm gon' call up Fiji Jim
Tell him to get on a plane
Tell him to bring his electric guitar
Tell him to get in the stage
Been a hell of a week, hell
speakers again
Preacher to y'all like the preacher
Greetings to the top nice to meet ya
Hell
I just been doing everything I said
You ain't gotta believe me
proud when you look at your shelves?
How many times he got loud ‘fore you did shit for yourself?
How many times you were astounded by the way that you
is relentless
So turn from your sins, or hell is the sentence
Fulfilling the great commission my homie we never
Trippin', I'm hopin' that you would
and plain
Jesus Is LORD, can't nobody do it better
Looking to stand firm
Let me show you how
We ain't givin' up, we come too far to turn back now
Carry
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
slain
By my own thoughts, Paper thin
I could fold into cranes
These girls could line me up
Why do You still choose me?
I hand myself in, on our Father,
heaven but I pray there ain't no hell
Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell
ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,
but I'll never know by living, only my dying
a generation traumatised and baptised in the blood of our martyr
Dishonoured by our nation we were tossed aside
A story you heard in the great books of war
stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill,
out boy do it
Can't carry your own weight you to useless
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool
under my deodorant (fa' sho')
Weeks Ave I see you
Verse 1
Hell Rell:
When that Mac come out
Your dude run run, your crew run run
It's Hell muthafuckin'
I'm not scared of dying
And I don't really care
If it's peace you find in dying
Well, then let the time be near
If it's peace you find in
I'm not scared of dying
And I don't really care
If it's peace you find in dying
Well, then let the time be near
If it's peace you find in
thats SZA
Hide n go seek, my feelings
Been hiding all week im finna
Probably eat sleep for dinner
Can I live (Hell yeah)
Can I leave (Hell yeah)
Can I
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