Lyrics:
for the voiceless
Little options but we all gotta make choices
Can't let fate hang merely on coin flip
I'd rather be beaten than to join them
Follow no
the dance securing wines I was giving out lines like quentin miller
I dunno about bit coin I was in the bits tryna get that coin skriller
Bad b and she don't
Yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah, woah)
Yeah
Maximillion, it's the way I make a million
Civilized civilian, I own the multimillions
Keeping coins not often
La fille de joie est belle
Au coin de la rue là-bas
Elle a une clientèle
Qui lui remplit son bas
Quand son boulot s'achève
Elle s'en va à son tour
doesn't matter
Are you sentient? Prove it
Are you sentient? 'Coz it doesn't matter
Put the number in, insert coins
Fuck with the machine feel the joy
sam'di soir
Sam'di soir
Enlacés sans rien dire
Délivrés sam'di soir
Les enfants des coins noirs
Sont amants sam'di soir
Tout est permis
Le monde vit sa
un séjour
En Île-de-France où vous avez une île d'amour
Puisqu'on vous aime en ce coin-là
Alors ne cherchez pas
Ne cherchez pas dans les pianos
I slept by the mountain
Of rivers we crossed
I dreamt of the fountain
And the coin that we tossed
Now I'm just counting
The dreams that were lost
the same old face
Background small town everywhere you look around
Tell me what you're runnin from
Flip a coin and let it land in your hand
Heads you gonna
the halls and into the street
Up to the corner and 'round the bend
Right to the juke joint, you go in
Drop the coin right into the slot
You're gotta
to get ya
Come to ice house to get ya coin
Hustle, I'm proud professor
Muscle, Im high adepta
And in time I suggest ya
Learn to like, house princessa
mogbonu feli feli bi amala tu jino gan gan gan gan
Baby tell me what you want want want
They say your body soft like moi moi gan
I get money no be coin coin
When we ain’t have a coin
Seems like you going nowhere fast
If you got a job
Stomach hurting niggas look like food
It make you wanna ride (gimme that)
If
In yellow coin
Could not bribe away the scorn
Which fastens up your mouth
For whom are those hard lips?
The hunters creeping through the green
Beside
(Winning lottery numbers coming up) oh yea
Get right
Contradiction he slippin' my nigga
Told him face it
FN on all boys like a coin I
Put you in yo'
spent
The house run dung Sanitary Deficient
Next rent day you a get a envelope
With one dollar coin and a red one cent
Di buss pipe wet up di front
that's so unique:
Your glistenin wings they complement your head's exquisite peak.
They all died by coin toss.
Love's a form of memory loss.
I
Sugar man, won't you hurry?
'Cause I'm tired of these scenes
For a blue coin, won't you bring back
All those colors to my dreams?
Silver magic
Why don't you ever get the point
You're much too slow for me
Why don't we ever flip our coin
Reliability
Some like it a lot
Just give a little
the age of boredom and deadly weapons
Oh, flip a coin to live or die
Why are you so surprised
No one knows what it’s like to be perfect
No one knows
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds
With bullets and pages of trade magazines
Close to a car that flipped on the turn
When god left the ground
Sugar man, won't you hurry?
'Cause I'm tired of these scenes
For a blue coin, won't you bring back
All those colors to my dreams?
Silver magic
this coin
It says, 'Number One Dad'"
"That's all I wanted
I just want to give you this coin
"I get the point, fine
Me and mommy are gone"
But, baby,
Three coins in the fountain
Each one seeking happiness
(Thrown by three hopeful lovers)
(Which one will the fountain bless?)
Three hearts in
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