Lyrics:
don?t think that they can contain
SADDAM HUSSEIN
and though they wanna take my life from me
I don?t think them muthafuckas can see
SADDAM HUSSEIN
I Live
to rumoured that can fuck me
With an army by day's end
So you think you got problems
But I'm running out of lives
And my friends are being offered
To the Gods
One man army is at it, mon ami,
Spittin’ while heaven is staring down at me,
Not in a mood to cherish anyone’s nervous system,
So I’m unleashing
really tell between the night and the day
Sleeping schedules mixed like Benadryl that's laced with cocaine
I'll rest for two, three maybe four hours a day
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
live by a real simple philosophy
If you stay grounded watch God keep giving you reasons not to be, can't (lose)
It's not in my plan to (lose), if I
One, two, three, four!
Fortune has me well in hand, armies wait at my command
My gold lies in a foreign land, buried deep beneath the sand
tech fact checker
Hash tag what they want when they willing
No hashtag when it comes to Savin children
Verse 2
Black Lives Matter, nobody said
shooting like it was the army
I hate myself enough. I don’t need some motherfucks
To point onto every flaw of something I’m aware of
Yeah, I’ve played
want my grass cut, put my house on ice
Life, what is life
Heemy have no clue, so Heemy live it right
Thousand at the strip, Imma make it back tonight
Hey, trouble got its signs there
What
What
Made by Tessa Beats
What
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I mean my inner me be comin' out
I think I need a bitch to see
hung on that cross for me
Thorns deep in his crown
He died and rose from it
Spirit lives in me now
Since death couldn't hold him
He holds the keys to it
Taking Shots
Verse 1: Friday night he joined the guys at that dive on the edge of town
Sitting back in their Fort Bragg Army tan looking to drink
who had to be left
Alone by himself to find will and help
Himself get back on his two own feet
Gotta get clean
So I can dream
Toxin in my blood so I
might pass through your refining fire
Where brokeness awaits on the other side (2x)
Raise up an army like Joel saw,
your church that is stronger that
that we bought
It's the stories of the lives of the people we forgot
He was a 40-year-old army colonel and a dad
Served his country in two wars, gave it
my plug but he say it's a drought, drought, drought
Windmills of my mind
Yeah they still 'spinnin
Aint took acid in two years but I'm still 'trippin
never ending plight
A battle for the ages, a struggle against samurai
Battles over fields, over towns and over lives
Persistent warfare, beyond the battle
make out a saint or two
I've never seen, ever, the fabled street-party tables
Just all the crappy food with the misspelled labels
But sometimes I
top is more closer to christenings
Throw up by navels No Boundaries the label
So no I can't stay hoe heart cold as a lake around Michigan
Army better
brake know what I'm sayin?
Word up, reality, word up
Yo
Verse 2:
Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot
Been in the block wid ten crisp Gs in her
a bottle of white then
Got straight to business like two corporate white men
The food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually
personal best
So feel the after birth defects burst through your chest
And live happily ever after how worse can it get?
Déterminé, attention où tu mets ton
Causin examinin, paralyze
Although they choose to itemize lives
[Chorus x2]
[Freestyle of Arsonists]
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