Lyrics:
I beg to differ
We pray every night, we pray every night to make it out of these struggles
We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we
have your fun
Fuck you and your clique
Bitch ion need no one
Runnin round on me
Guess i was slackin son
No
I know you’re there with him
You ain’t gonna
I'm spitting on my verse
It's a curse, stealing all yo shit like a granny with a purse
You ain't never gonna catch me, personally?
Downtown Diego don't
forever gonna be fine
You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, ain't that just how it's gonna go
They tried to play me like a goofy, nah, ain't no fuckin'
Hell I'm 'spose to do about it
Another quarter I guess hell
Bankrupt by some damn laundry
I ain't never going to a laundromat again bro
I wake up every
gotta admit the band's pretty tight
They did "She's Got Legs" into "Ain't Too Proud To Beg"
Into something by the Dixie Dregs
And they faked their
I ain't gonna scream but they know where the best is
I ain't gonna breathe but they know that I'm reckless I ain't gonna kweng but they know what I
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
Momma and Daddy all by herself
It's hard to hold down the fort when you're holdin' down a job
She'd rob Peter to pay Paul but he's already been robbed
on point so watch me whittle wood
You like to be sharp?
Could you even take part?
Well here's the whole thing
Better open your heart
Madonna's gonna cradle
I walk on water but I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water but only when it freezes
Why are expectations so high? Is
It the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch,
You know the revolutions gone now
There's no revolution song
Somewhere down the line
You know on one of Gods good days
Can you hear me,
Someone's gonna
Voice message yes I left one
All this blood yeah I shed some
Felt the thorns in my head yeah they hurt some
Yeah the spear yeah I did it for all
'bout humanity… Lies gon’ exist 'til the end
Once you step off the beam, you ain't gonna be held by the gravity,
You gonna hover in pain, it’s the end
BlackDog/ Whole Lotta Love
Black Dog
Writers: John Paul Jones, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
Hey hey mama said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat,
and left
In fact, it was downright pretty low
There ain't no way I wanna
You know I ain't gonna
Take you back, so don't even try
You can beg, you can
and left
In fact, it was downright pretty low
There ain't no way I wanna
You know I ain't gonna
Take you back, so don't even try
You can beg, you can
If you wanna go just leave
I ain't gonna go and plead
I'm letting you go be free
So please let go of me
If you wanna go just leave
Ain't gonna be
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i'm your father baby
you've been motivated
나로 인해 이 게임이 제대로 왔지 ain't it
hardwork pays off work hard no day off
one, two by two
Gunshot buss boy whatcha gonna do
When badman come I beg you son don't move
Drop to the ground you ain't got nothing to prove
Cause one
in, white's on
Light space, python, innate fight's
Strong ain't gonna hide, son
Five stars, I Gurdurr with 'em heavy bars
Travel far, with the goal,
already knows
That I ain't gonna make it till, till sundown
Beauty like a rose
But every rose has sharp thorns
He don't want you baby he just wants a place
Had to do it all again...
Now I’m going for the win...
Had to cut a couple friends ....
No time for pretend...
Now the boy on ten
Now I’m Paul with
frustration
Clean Bandit, Sean-Da-Paul, Anne-marie, sing, make them hear
She works the night, by the water
She's gonna stress, so far away from her father's
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