Lyrics:
things are passed away
You can make all things new
BRIDGE
By Grace you transformed my heart my mind
By Grace I repent I believe
Thank you Jesus for
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
Dream on, dream on
By the mist of make believe
Dream on, dream on out where no one finds me
Dream on, dream on
And the love that blinds me
Dream on,
but it was taken by their evil
We need to take it back and share, make it really equal
I believe in god, but you make me not want to
With the gods
killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me di weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and a swarm me like bees
to the promised land
But I believe that if I'll heed the things He had to say,
Even I might get to heaven at a half a mile a day
Lord, when I let you lead, I
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so
Make the woofers
I need you
You need me
To make the songs you hear for free
Like when the earth, when it was new
Land of milk and honey too
I was born to live
by six angry wives
I was a man from the land of the living
You could imagine how it was upsetting
to know there was no way of getting
Back to my
family
Who's stomach running on empty
For them Bucks you know I got pleanty
Go and score like Antetokounmpo
And Imma make it while living in the Land
No
And I work for the Rock, not for clans
It's by His grace that I am what I am
Burning bush is where I stand
Right here with You this holy land
Because You
Rise up fast clear a path bring the wrath
Got no gat beat em with a staff
Got a sword cut them in half
Evil runs the land sorry I cant hold your
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
an activist, it's make-believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean?
I been with
Read the morning paper
Boy, it sure looks bad
Satan's workin' hard
To make this world go mad
But I believe there's more to life
Than really meets
Arto built the Land of Make Believe to marvel and amaze.
Leave your world aside for a time come visit his old place.
Arto Monaco is a merry old soul
and again, and again, and again
Until the best one lands and is brought to it's home
I believe that pleasant being is everything
I believe that segmenting is
the line
Before they make it home (yeah yeah)
I'm looking at an Angel
And believe me when I say
She got that whole place glowing
She got that whole place
Wanna V like this? Free agent
Where he gonna land? Clear the pavement
Take a product make it poppin' make it sustaining
Wanna increase engagement?
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
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