Lyrics:
with horns fight it
I'm the misguided angel
Touched by tradgedy
I defy gravity
Brutal cruel and dark
So beautifulfy remarkable
Angry Smirf
Man I'll kill
and heaters
Cuz I'm more than my money
試すんじゃねえ
I'm a murder the dummy
One by one Lyrical gunman
I'm a shoot in your head
if u test the champion
絶対やめときなNo, never
comin' so they exit the place
Hundred deep and we don't care about catchin' a case
Stop lyin' by the gun that rest on your waist
Before you on the flo'
some of y'all folks, this stuff might phase ya
This ain't the way the society raised ya
But most of it was made by children in Asia
The stores make money
breath! {*"A word from our sponsor"*}
[Boots]
Some confuse ass-breath for strong halitosis
It's been hundreds of years since the first diagnosis
By
Coerce you into the bright
Flood me with sentiment
Into the light
I curse you
Abused by solace
Drown in the bright
Caroused with comfort
Swallowed
the wine
And it's my night sky
I was beat down by a slow drug
Over the embers and through the flood
I'm built for the kill
(It's my night's sky)
full of niggas, just stay by my side (stay by my side)
I'm lucky that the whole world is searching but I got mine (I got mine)
It's emotional,
a word to the broken sea
They speak not a word to the broken sea
Not burnt by the fire
Or pulled by the flood
Not burnt by the fire
They come to us in
in the garden and
helping pick the cotton and the corn
Then came the time of the Mississippi floods and all
of his work went down the drain
The land
Eyes closed
Breathe in slowly
Meet you on the river floor
Undertow carries us sweetly
[?] so permanent
Dizzy in this love
Buried by the flood
Of the sweetest of loves
Where my heart becomes free
And my shame is undone
Your presence Lord
Holy Spirit You are welcome here
Come flood this place
again,
Oh baby, we were born to live
I'll take you somewhere,
No one else can get as far as us,
A restless heart,
A loaded gun,
We watched the city flood
the oldest surviving recording of Thomas Edison’s voice, made in October 1888 he describes an imagined trip “around the world on the phonograph,” by Cunard
to East L.A.
From St. Tropez to my home café
That's my way and I do it like day by day
In Africa, America, Europe and Australia
Asia, Canada, I take
falling fate is calling
And the wind whispers defeat
Night is falling fate is calling
God on a mountain, high-handed king
And ships, by thousand, lay
to the government
They a pack o' clowns
We've been in the streets
Tryin' to traffic pounds
Now we on beats by Snowgoons
With a platinum sound
Had the best clients,
mobsters
Keep thinking that it's just
Frankincense and nag champas
Uh, I'm here with Evidence and Asia
My decadence is major
Fluorescent when I came in
El
halo?)
Ze mną Kasia, Gosia, Basia, Asia, Zosia
Więc nie pierdol mi o 5G
Z tobą Zbyszek, Mirek, Rysiek
Krzysiek i palony jeden kiep na pięć gęb
(chcesz
Richtung Eden
Ernte toxische Blicke
Trotz Schlangen Richtung Eden
Meine Aura bulletproof
Yeah
Mafiosi-Pimp-Image, seit mei'm ersten Drive-By
Im
a new friend, she don't call me 'less we fuckin'
Crazy how the days pass you by
We get lost in findin' ourselves
Forget the way home, forget what is
cinkciarzy
No i pierwsze bronksy Warka w baryłkach na wagsach
A na kolanach Asia cichodajka życie to bajka
Urwis myślał co tu zbroić i czasu nie trwonił
Byle
Tryna get my momma a crib it enormous
Flood out my wrist looking like it's storming
New Porsche hit the gas it's roaring
Double cup of that drink I be
to what I called my life
Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by army, beast, or flood
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