Lyrics:
They've done the most for the least of these
That's me
Too blessed by the people that surround me
I'm blessed cus the Good Lords love is abounding
yeah
I'm on a joyride
Joyride yeah
I'm on a joyride
Joyride yeah
Focus on my happiness
Man that feels good
Acting wacky and ridiculous
Sometimes
Alright I'm a do it well clear
The damn 20th song out
Now I'm a just test this out my uh heh
Heh heh my uh let me just down
This to 170 and do it
recall ordering
Signed my name in a straight line
And gave back the pen
You could tell by the way he said “good day”
He wasn’t lost again
All around you
Rail a filthy vulgarity hell ride at me
Shoot my harmony joyride music down
Turn me away so I can't catch any Pace joy bus routes
Keep me stuck in
Two moons and a raging river
Saddled up by the piñon on fire
Drove out to the edge of the pueblo
Bought a drum from a man who cried
We toasted health in the front room
We whiled away the afternoon
Ma fleur struck down with sickness
The young medicine man's got his face in
on the
Slow, can't knock it, though
It's like the same hustle, bro
Two knuckles glow tucked in Le Tigre just to
Let the name buckle show
Good googly moogly, see
em in a mess,
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I
about, get some, feel good about it
Write it down, think it over then shout it out, how that sound?
Yo, if it sound like we talking to you
I really think
her man got shook
'Cause that's the way it's written down in a players book
To a bitch thinkin' just like blue
Don't let her bounce off me, so we can
from I ain't talking spider
Cant get caught up with these hoes they only good for a one nighter
No I ain't doing no cuffin' I only fuck her and pipe
Every night when I get down on my knees I thank the Man upstairs for my family
Cause so many nights I don't think I can last any longer
But through
and ski"
She was a good girl, lawyer girl, but I turned her arse to a freak (yeah)
Serve bricks like David, serve hoax, man I'm bobbin' that weed (ya dig?)
can roll
I pull up in a drop then peel off like under clothes
Picture life being perfect, man I struck a pose
Man I'm too down to earth for these
[Bicasso]
Ooooooooo ...oohhhhhhhh watch out a watch out a watch out
I can't stop how come? It's no breaks in what?
This hip-hop say what? No low
need to stop all the pictures in my head
Martin Luther in my dreams with a bullet in his head
Brought up by a solider
I can't be scared
Got the whole
to this life of crime
Welcome to this life I like to describe when I'm writing rhymes
And to be honest, bro, I get drunk just to past the time
Can't be
Really tryna get into?
I'm single and I live by myself
Young, black, successful
But I can't stay up out the ghetto
And I just got that new
'Vette for
playing with fire girl you'll be burned by that flame
It's time you pack it up and settle down for the night
Or pick the man that you love the best and do
mind won’t you get out of my head
Tunnel vision can’t you see me don’t you get out of my head
Like a dream that’s so good don’t you get outta my head
And ask if she can slow it down
So nervously he looks around
Can't bare to stand out in the crowd
And he's only gotten half the notes now
The school
of my head
Everyday I get to work on time
But my boss treats me like a dog
I'm trying to be a real good man
So I still keep on showing up
Every time I
good, you can't read or write
A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black History
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