Lyrics:
on these streets
Aint no asking please
On that mask an seize
Got that grandma Glock
She gone come pinch them cheeks
Now theres Blood on my shoes like lil
shotgun|My life, high life is perfect,|My truck, my girl, all worth it||Feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night|Moving and grooving to the flow
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Cuba cue to Snow Dogs 2: my har is Hardy
Good Will Hunting for Extra Gold with the Secret in the Olde Miller
Kneel to the Throne like you're a Snow
there is no gravity here?
Look up - the roof is gone and the long hand moves
Right on by the hour.
Look up - the roof is gone
The roof is gone, the roof
need no clones
Difference is I'm distant when I feel judgment no vibes I'm gone
Bitch throw a fit and I'm off
Bitch throw a fit and I'm off
Hard for my
me to the moon
They call me by another name but still, my name is June.
Now I keep my head down, I don't look them in the eye
Every dress I own is red
The cause of my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm gone, woosh
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
You
to talk to than you?
The cause of my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm gone, woosh
I flee the scene like
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves
But I gotta take it 'cause it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves
But I gotta take it 'cause it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
Half these niggas is my sons, nigga, Lil' Bronny
Push me wrong while I'm balling, turn to Ben Wallace
Bad hoes sit by me, be done hit yo bitch prolly
Mir
needs a woman that he can lean on
But my leanin' post is done left and gone
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
I'm gonna find me a river, one
made me blue.
A man needs a woman that he can lean on,
But my leanin' post is done left and gone.
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue.
I'm
weighed down by your eyes of steel
It's a world gone crazy
Keeps Woman in Chains
Trades her soul as skin and bones
Sells the only thing she owns
Woman in
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
Knowing is half the battle
I promise you that this here you gone miss
Because I'm a strong woman
To the bone woman
I'm digging you enough to sing a song
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
say
Well I finally realised
There was hunger in my stare
In my mind I was swaying
With the woman in the rocking chair
But the lady I was living
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
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