Lyrics:
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
another album, it was crack
(you won't)
I can't stop, I won't stop (you won't)
I'm in the studio the day my album drop
Cause I'm tryna get the trophy, homie
You're the God of Love!
There will be a day - a day that's drawing near
we'll be by Your side.
There will be a day - a day with no more pain,
and no more
There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith, we can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there
the Fuck Up
We say to you hating crews Saint Fu, That's Shut the Fuck Up
Some bums ain't getting into the party, mad talking about that's Fucked Up
Can't
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,
Warner Brothers
We started on his album
He wrote his rhymes on paper
Before Sidekicks became a modern day phone
Same time our buzz was
Generated from G
a saint that we can trust
To help to carry us through black Jesus
Some say, one day some day, some how
Some way we gon' fail
Either six ditches or twelve
After the wash
Before the fire
I will decay
Melt in your arms
As the day hits the night
We will sit by candlelight
We will laugh
We will sing
spines
Uh we somehow get a few Jim Carey's
Ready to Set if Off like Queen Latifah
They prolly smoke reefa
I commented on Seth Rogan's page the other day
champagne by the rockaways
Sip champagne by the rockaways
Not a holiday
But we can get away
Pretend that its Saint tropez
Sip champagne by the rockaways
Sip
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
The horses were cut and, little by little
The poor things were drained until one
Day they collapsed to the ground
Sinners and the saintly will march!
Sinners
supposed to be
But I still miss you
Reading of John 16:22
I close my eyes and hear melodies
Voices of the saints, fighting beside me
So I gaze into
We're all going home
Ahh
From the saints to the sinners
The elders to beginners
The losers to the winners
We all got something to shout
From the peace
the night
To the pub came the russians
There was a wicked fight
Veritas and aequitas
Will show them the way
For the Boondock Saints
Every day is justice day
had me out there by my damn self
Another day in the life
Uncle Meth but this time I brought the family in
Murder was the case, you can't relate?
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
dog lies a-sleepin'
He don't know I'm gonna leave
Else he'd wake up by the fireplace
And he'd howl and moan and grieve
But my huntin' days are
as fuck)
Midnight chills when i'm by myself (Midnight chills)
Midnight chills when i'm with the bros (With the bros)
No matter where i'm at when its night, i
by the parkway
And I'll free your soul from every apron string
In the execution hood you wore on Saint's Day
We'll join the land of the blind where
on two FN's, both blue n blacc dem bitches twins
i pray err day before i sin, so when i see the opps hollows will spin
cruisin by your wake wit a big ass
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