Lyrics:
to wrestle with the devil
Now I'm Ballin Bubba chuck and it's straight outta Bethel
Turned Heaven from a Hell
Cuz I learned from the hustle
Gotta stack it
four-hundred retail with bethel, got no rooftop (skrrt)
Nine bed, thirteen baths in The Boondocks
Off-White lots, twenty-ones, Laurent tube socks
Got your
miles of it and I can show you what I'm walkin' through
Music ain't a hobby, it's an organ, of my body,
That the creator provided back in January
is over)
I close my tired eyes (I close my tired)
Music is in my soul
At a movie you can feel it touching your heart
And on every day
Something that you can't be ignoring
This stuff real yeah it's not boring
Makes your conscience rough the next morning
I like music I like music I like music
Just like music, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, oh baby
Just like music
To relax my mind so I can be free
And absorb the sound that keep me round
Doing my
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
The first time I kissed your lips, baby
The first time I held you in my arms, hold you, baby
I felt like I could make music, music to dance by
I
there is a good soul
Under that skin
I feel that
Your eyes make love with mine
Every night
I can't sleep without you
Anymore
Don't let me fall
Please
me feel a good way and I need you in my life
I didn't make her group, but we made something better, a lifelong friendship. And I also met one of my
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
di music up?
All di gyal pon di dance floor wantin' some more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
Come on, can I hear everybody say
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
gangsta through my music
So you ain't got to worry and you really like can't confuse it
It's a blessing I remain the same through my music
And it's nothing
can say
Nothing I can do but I got to live the irie way
Now I'm moving on without you now, I'm gone
And I wish you all the best and I have always all
strength
You got the power to make me feel good
Perish the thought
Of ever leaving I never would
I was never satisfied with casual encounters
I can
knees
I want to take you there
In the midnight hour i can feel your power
Just like a prayer
You know I'll take you there
I hear your voice it's like
Gimme the music
(I'd get a thrill, if you'd say you will)
Gimme a rockabye, gimme a lullaby
Give me a by and by oh by and by oh by
Gimme a rockabye,
to feel like, Okay, I've established myself and my dream of Christmas music enough, I can make way for another dream. And that dream was motherhood. I also
Lyrically, I'm drivin' drunk how I'm swervin'
In and out of genres, I ain't pop or urban
I'm my own category, you can
Call that shit purpose, listen
I need
So over you is the greatest enemy a
Man can have and that is
Fear i know some of you are
Afraid to listen to the truth
You have been raised on fear
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
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