Lyrics:
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
to the rhythm come on
Crash into the color of your mind
I can feel it in my soul
Live on the record put the album on rewind
Rock n roll to the rhythm come
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna slide
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple pie
I'm on live
Next Thursday you're invited to watch
Rising Tide's live coverage of a gala tribute in salute to Ronald Reagan.
Host Haley Barbour joins special
might call you a traitor if you want something greater
Don't get me wrong, America's a great place to live
just listen to the knowledge I give
if more
a traitor if you want something greater
Don't get me wrong, America's a great place to live
Just listen to the knowledge I give
If more than half the budget
the pockets. I'm living to die.
Niggas talk fly till I walk by
And pop something. you motherfuckers forgot something I'm not fronting.
This ain't rap.
somethin' to believe in
Just smoke in mirrors
And your empty fears
By this song I'm callin' you out
America ya lost your soul
Where's that old backbone
Give
down
And kept us from our voice
Shine bright
The first star I saw tonight
Unfettered by our lives
The plans we made, the people we obey
We have our lives
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
see how far we can go, we can take it from there to push or look
But we can't let this chance of love just pass us by
We can live a life without
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
kids, parents, don't be docile
To these forced ideologies, especially
When it's so easy to call out their s-y a- hypocrisy
Just by having a sense
hypocrisy
Just by having a sense of common sense
Despite these fucking weirdos portraying dominance
They'd be quick to label me a conspiracy theorist
Even if
give
Down where we live
Somethings gotta give
Somethings gotta give
I thought we were set in America
Believed it all and I'm betting ya
This is the end
(chorus)
cll the haters get mad(fuck you)
While i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no
Well fuck you cuz i dont need
how we live
Here we are
The final track before the album
Who'd a thought that the basis would be the outcome
Strive be like pop
Pullin bars outta
from some streams
Missing in action I don't wanna be seen
Vibes all live 1 by 1 let the MCs speak
Critique the technique
Mortal words that live through
Rock 'N Roll Never Felt So Good
By Gwar
I met her at a donkey show
Off the America Must Be Destroyed album
Sucking on a cherry Yoo Hoo
She was
get live, can you tell me where the spot is)
Come on and take me to that place
Where there ain't nothing but happy, happy, happy, happy
Happy
wanna go out, can you tell me where the spot is)
Well we're partying all night, and everybody is having a good time
(I wanna get nice, I wanna get live
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