Lyrics:
learned
May your future last long, past, present
Faith, God, hold on to heaven
One hand up, hold onto heaven
God bless us with every second on earth
Same
get the bread
When I look back at the hard times
In that Sq on that cold floor
Momma said it was just fine
But would shed tears behind closed doors
Some
the floor gets pulled out from under us
We need a shield that stands strong
When a truth turns out wrong
We're gonna stand up
Stand up for women
Women
All
Kingdom in reverse
Winning like Ricky Bobby
Winning like Ricky Bobby
Like Ricky
Cross up in ya soul
Like a sock to Dobby
Heaven that's the goal
We just in
Speaking of uncomfortable
Too late
Your cover's blown
Hands up
Get on the floor
Do that thang, do that thang
You know what it is
Questioning,
really slick
I'm up in heaven, to greet god
I say hello, he gives me a nod
An angel flied above my head
I start to cry, I wasn't ready yet
I beg to god,
of funk
You get get crushed like you gave big pun the top bunk
So shut the fuck up, Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks
So get the fuck
that shit with me, nigga
By the time I get bigger
I need a father figure someone to lean on
Sipping lean with your team
Big screen on you
You looking
scarce and food was dear
A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door
And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor
All that was left us was
love like an ocean so wavy
Tryna be on Heaven's shores where the waves be
Devil dancing dirty, Patrick Swayze
Tryna chain us up like gangsters in
everything, Beauty in everything
They see another day. I'm seein' heaven's gates
They hearing horns and trains, I get to concentrate
They getting bored
gotta go through hell to get a little heaven
i have been somebody tormented by perfection
but now i think i understand
i have been
And i cant lie i spent alot up on my chains
And im a die just by the game
I hope you die by what you saying
Got the fire and the flame nigga
Put ya
nails
Spit 'em catch lock jaw
Cook shit spit it up sit it on the floor
To prevent lop side I never slam the door
To never get shitted on don't put
the media tells truth by covering it up the gig is up
Censorship isn't our enemy we should rejoice in their stupidity
Making waking up those that are left too
down Get on the floor") I felt the stick, I thought I was dead
But I woke up instead in a cell laying on my bed
I lay back down, then I heard the crack
when I bust on nineteen times and up
'cause I'm nuts, goin' out my mind
Few, there's no luck, you fucked for life, for sho'
Get your ass up on the floor
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,
Right back on the floor Lord; This is not where I belong
Looking up at a closed door Lord; Wondering what the uh went wrong
I keep distracting myself
up on them knees.
Hook: on the floor, she bring it down low, im like hello, what's your info, hit my phone, by my lone, baby hello, could you come
I'ma show up
You know that I be coming smooth wit it (smooth wit it)
Bout the money so the tool wit it (tool wit it)
I'm by my lonely solitude with it
you
Three, four, so get your butt on the floor
Five, six, know you dig the mix
Seven, eight, let it shake
Get down, get up
She gonna show me some holes
Need my dopamine up so I fill another cup
This was for seen keep it lowkey when I jump
It was on scene where I'm coughing
to the floor
Really count tell the devil wanted more
Liquor bleeding on the floor
Liquor bleeding all night
I'm in shock, I've never seen no model pull up with
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