Lyrics:
I never, never had a dream come true
In my every daydream
I'm loved by you
And we're free as the wind, ah yeah
And true love is no sin
Therefore men
a little freaking
Go ahead and be the freak girl!
Nurse by day but at night she look tight!
Go ahead and be a freak girl!
Teachers let your hair down,
The men are saying)
(Glyde hands Fosco a brandy
During the next section
The two play billiards)
To our little game i propose a toast
Well, we haven't won
snowflake
These silly billies really fail to
Act as if they know Drake
Always gossipin' callin' and textin'
Magneto niggas tryna bring down ex-men/ X-men
ahead and be a freak girl
Nurse by day but at night she's my type
Whoa go ahead and be a freak girl
Teachers let your hair down take your glasses off
the house spittin' game wit Breed
Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week
I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
How the hell you think I
the savages of massive evil
That's the church work, that's the path of
That's the blood of Abraham being stabbed by the steeple
In 1619 they were patiently
Got a maid from the lands of north
A wife from lands so strange
The work of gods was at last replaced
By days and nights of men
She wakes beside me
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
found little Muley and Muley said,
They've been tractored out by the cats,
Tom Joad walked down to the neighbor's farm,
He found his family.
They
at you and tell you
How I've done the work of ten to fifteen men
How I've struggled for my money
Sweated blood to get us by, yeah
Well I'm tired of it
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
sabi Kpansh
Alaye claim say
Na him sabi pass
Him sabi brag
Him sabi men
Wey sabi sarz
Him begin press
But him no sabi chat
The street no be
By who get
quite safely
I am holding down 3 jobs
My children change form one shift to the next
My husband, he is a manual labourer
They work his fingers to the bone
fuck a paigon
But now a nigga writing statements
Revenge sweet got me thinking that it's eye for eye
I'm plotting as the time goes by
Flyboy when I step
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred
more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only work for those who do believe in them
Black magic, it's black magic, do you believe
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only
Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred
and snuck
Vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldier men
Holdin' spears by the iron door
Stinks so bad, stones are chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the den
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