Lyrics:
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
doesn't show
You don't love me, you say that you miss me, you say that you do wanna hold me baby
The way that I'm feeling right now might just whack
fruits
Or by the way they divide with hate hurt and lies
You better Cobra Kai karate chop them ties
Look at the lives of those who kept their eyes up
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
two
Come on, yo Cease
Come on
Verse One: Lil' Cease
I'm the one they call Cease, did you get that?
Peep the John Hancock, P.S. - let me hit that
fans.
But this is G.E. Smith's guitar, and he doesn't talk to it the way I do mine.
And it's in open tuning, so what comes out sounds like
my old '68
When something's good, why do they change?
Clint Eastwood and old John Wayne
They love cowboys, they love trains
Ridin' across the silver
seriously,
Love me, love me, love me, love me
They call me the great pretender
John Noakes was my mentor
I'm a walking talking ideas man
Here's one I
playing with the wood like a beaver
Don't matter what weather it is, I got a heater
Have these bullets chasing you down like heat seekers
Yo Darq good
at Statefarm like a good neighbor
She bad I ain't talking about behavior, nah
I got her to laugh, now I think the odds is in my favor
I'm a hustler by nature,
little boy
Prayers answered beyond what they’ve dreamed,
Blessing them with their pride and joy
As the day is ending a starry night begins,
They wish upon
up, stand tall
It ain't right but it's still going on
Downstairs it needs to smash
The good vibrations vibrates the past
A new style, kid, a new
the chinese police
Here the dogs roll by?
Is this here they keep
The philostophers now,
With the rugs & the dust,
Where the books go to die?
How many yez got?
The Gypsy Prince's son was Johnny
He was bloody good with money
In the way hard men aren't smart men
But they seem to have that knack
Spent his youth
around, I hit my knees and start to pray
Mama know we be some demons, walk by sight, no we don't walk by faith
All that love they been showing, it ain't
Learn from street staying on street
Whatever we did we did it by ourself
I have 3 humans in me
My scene is changed
But it's not good its bad
stare cruel
And rude these motherfuckers were, I'm looking like HOW DARE YOU, NIGGA?
It's all good her pain & suffering is gone
She's in a better place
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
Beloved:
Keep inside your ecstasy
You must be very strong.
Your people is waiting for you
They have to see you alive
For this is the way their minds
They
the struggles
They were facing
Before time was up
Nowadays
It's a fad
To speak about the hood
Kids are growing up
Thinking living bad is good
Every generation
Yeah, yeah
Don't compare me to employees who hopin' they see a check
I'm in a drop top McLaren just hopin' I see an ex
She hopin' we reconnect
love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good
Since two-eleven is my favorite number
Fuck squabbin'
me man - this is what I do man!
All these miserable fucks man â?? e'rybody got they fuckin hand out
E'rybody want you to just come, give 'em money
much shit on my mind
And way too much shit I gotta say
I'ma tell you shit these
Rappers won't tell you
No nigga is just gon' be
Willin' to help you
They
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