Lyrics:
born
Spinning you around in a fire
By the old one and free
Everybody in sit down and keep on holding on
Throw your arms around, black clouds
Written by Booker T. Jones, William Bell
Published by Universal Music Pub Group OBO Irving Music
Hey y'all uhm
Born Under a Bad Sign, I've been
my heart bad so I wrote down this song
I'm about as sad as they come
Yeah, I'm stupid, stoned and dumb
I'm a pretty pitiful sight
Lately I can't
Born on the corner by the city limit sign
I chipped my tooth down on Hollywood and Vine
Greasy long hair, but I like the way it shines
A little bitty
To try and ease the pain
Oh, I've been born in a bad way
I've been born in a bad way
This place is a little darker
Than I imagined it could be
And I'm
You better know that I was born ready
You better know that I was born ready
I'm the man named by the city
Every line so legendary
Put you in check like
It was a time for lovers
And even I might be surprised
By what my eyes would discover
In the people passing by
Oh there was time for changes
I had
Bad Mood music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
2016 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2016 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights Reserved
I
a past those hurts deep inside
Ever wonder could it be that bad
I told her lady you must be born again
By His Spirit and His word
I told her lady you must
Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his
Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his mama
judgment with his holy book
Doesn't always go by fast but really how you look
From the moment you thought
You're on the bad line, assembly line
Keeps
alone
I was born alone I'm gonna die alone
So don't hold your breathe so don't sit by that phone
I dont need you I dont need you
I dont need you I dont
again, I've been born again
In His spirit, and His name
I'm sanctified!
Lord I testify
He's right by my side
I believe it be
His word is so clear
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
Aye Don't know
They say
They say imma threat.
Laughs… NF
My heart been broken so many times by niggas I love
niggas I trust
And Niggas I fucked with
All these years, Arkansas, teachin' at the high school
How was I to know by retirement day
I'd learn a lesson so cruel?
I came to the day I had
HEY YO, I GO BY THE NAME OF
AND I'M HEAR WITH MY CREW....
TO LET EVERYBODY KNOW
THAT ARRRMMMM
CAME IN THE GAME
NOT TO TALK ABOUT MY
TRICKLES
wanna see you doing bad, bad, bad, bad, bad,
Yea, yea, yea
I’m the fucking man cause I did it by my lonely
They be talking hot, they be acting like they
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with scarface
You tried to ice an x, but that's a motherfuckin waste
Your schools fucked up g
And your momma
Yeah, you know I’m in the cut
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
I been fighting in the Cold War
‘Cause I-‘cause I
Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our mothafuckin' crew
Shot forty one only hit nineteen
They need target practice, that's what
playin' with my jig, uh
Bad bitch wanna get on my Insta
I told the bitch to keep chill and be quiet
I got bad bitches tryna get by
Don't chill 'fore a nigga
again
When the ship starts to flood don't drop ship
Bad bitch and she acting outta pocket
Fit so cold I’ll take ya eyes out the socket
Keep me by your
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