Lyrics:
You can haunt any house by yourself
Be a man or a mouse by yourself
You can act like a king on a thrown
There are lots of things that you can do
A snow angel's a fucking idiot
Somebody made a fucking idiot
Someone made in the snow
Then you look up by chance from the disco dance
You're doing
Pound cake man I gotta have a slice
Told her Imma make her night and ask her
What she really like
Cause when she rolling with a team
She de only one dey
Gladiator in the ring overlooked by the king
Entertain entertain entertain
Steal starts to sing
Oh the blood starts to steam
See the rich with their bloody
On the staircase of the front Porch looking at the moon
With a cigarette and a cheap guitar so out of tune
I could still create a love song, that'll make you blue
Rockin' out don't need a amp, rockin' out with no guitar in my hand
I make a murderer dance, I make a psycho nigga go mad
Eat but my stomach is flat,
hustler standing tall. With a guitar in my hand and a song in my soul
I'll serenade the moonlight, making hearts feel whole. In the morning, I'm a gardener
to you and use my feathers
Girl I wanna be with you and that's forever
Forever
Forever
And ever
Rock out on stage with this guitar
Together we shine
bay bay Di Ahan
Put it all on me
Bad man FIt spend all my money
Ghanaian girl wan drink sungbalaja
Way She dey dance the arkiada
I heat her 1 I give her
remember I'm bald
Now he's testin' my patience
He reads my face and sees
I don't think it's funny
"What's up with you, man
Sad with all that money?
You ride
can
I can tell by the way he looks at you ol' buddy he's sure out with temper jealous man
What's that you say I reckon you're right it ain't nothin'
Gang
Gotta get on some critical shit
Turn up one time
Look
Shit still feel the same as before
Beef with niggas who dont
Really want war
This dumb
that's livin', yes been impressed
by the way the Tech is blessin' 'em - it shows
cause the land it steady grows, and I'm the man with fetid flows
But
Maybe this sound play comin' down by
A man who feel no way
Man, this is Reggae music
You never refuse it (Murderer)
You know, wicked an' crucial
Got
More flames than the avatar let me rock your world with this air guitar
Ima splash your face with la agua
Wake up mother fucker you in joe so's
day we'll make it
One day, yeah one day we'll make it
She wanna rock with a star
I pull the strings like guitars
Cool like the clothes like the garms
to believe
I was just a man with a plan understand what I am
In Japan with the fam do my dance when I land
I could make a toast but you'd ask for the bread
I
Flatlands, flatlands, yeah, I'm bangin flatlands
My niggas don't gun play cause they all got hands
Walk it down on your mans, get the clap and with two hands
your head you could find me
Baby im just trying to be a good man
But you tossing me away like a loose can
By and bye we go from the windows
Tryna walk in
I never really understood a man's jewellery
You soon to see me on some Karaoke super freak
With a peace sign sweater and some Hammer pants
Windows
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
Our Perfect Place To Be – Written by Christine and Jeremy Stork
Under the sky, a million stars are shining down on me,
Close my eyes, feel
paid the price
With his life that's important
If ya ask me why then I'll tell you yo
John 3:16 gotta read it bro
Walking by faith and not by sight
I've seen it all
There's no more need for fighting
And I've had pleasures
Not known by mortal man
I've seen every place
There's no more need for
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