Lyrics:
I do this for the King
I do this for the King
I do this for the King
Look
Name one good thing that man ain't ruined
You try to point the blame
Like
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three Kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
sing, jump, clap, rejoice; (Yes)
Our Lord Jesus He rose from the grave, we won.
Oh o halleluyah/8x
Call/Response: We've got the victory/3
I feel like Leon entertaining the masses
Rocks bouncing on my chain
And you would swear it was magic
Call my tech a Genesect
They peep the way that I
caught me a bass
We thought it was three
Might call me Roy, but I am the king
What do I do? I rule everything
I'm drippin' so hard, bitch, look at my
(3x)
The bigger you are the harder you fall
But the summit is everything when you’re small
When I needed a sign you answered the call
Is it better
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
on his steppe vay-cay
I'll go hit up his boyfriend, cr-te-may
You should know by now that I'm waiting for Godot
I'll take a Gumshoe and a Phoenix to go
of sovereignty
Three witches gave to me
A dream to hold the throne in my hands
Prophetic words you see
Disposed the sisters three
To wield a bitter king's command
Battlefield messy
One swing, heads be popping Pepsi
Kill off a legacy, found it unworthy
One king in two wars with three routes of the same fate
Lost in
Watch ya step king
Watch ya step king
Watch ya step king
Watch ya step king
Watch ya step king
I smoke on mic like zips and rolled papers
Memano kakra sh3 neho
Charle fuck it fuck it
Fuck it
Call me the boss
Call me the boss
Fuck all your thoughts
My nigga just profit no loss
Call me the boss
the king at?"
Do things by the book that you swear on
Named after orange cat, call him Sher Kahn
Nobody listen to what they scared of
Til' that shit
the King of
Redemption,
Jesus Christ our true Celebration, whosoever calls upon Your Holy Name, Jesus Christ yesterday, next,
today the same, born of GOD, we
your birthday
You can tell ne that I’m wrong
But I still don’t know your birthday
Even after this song
WRITTEN, PRODUCED, AND PERFORMED BY ERIC LEON
that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
crucifixion for His claims
"We have a law
Anyone who calls himself the son of God
Is worthy of nothing but death!"
"Would you have me crucify your King?
Is His
office, the King on the throne
I spent my first three hours on the telephone
You know with newsmen reporters, and votes too
I had so many calls, I didn't
my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
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