Lyrics:
the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, "Don't go near that
Sacrificing pleasure, for long term reward
If working hard a medal, I’d take the whole award
No ones outworking me, refuse to face a loss
I was born a winner
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
really do it
(Yeah)
From the beginning
I was born to be a winner
Now I see you wanna to turn a saint to a sinner
(Saint to a sinner)
cnd I'll be that
and show them that I really do it
From the beginning
I was born to be winner
Now I see you wanna turn a saint, to a sinner (copy that)
and I’ll be that
to him that mornin'
Our buddy Luther died
And we were there when the son was born
That filled them both with pride
And we were there when John remembered
Sotra Cypher Lyrics
*CAPTAIN*
I put on for my team... I'm a bread winner
Been official from the whistle, Moms bred winners
... Back before we
Ich bin's
Uhum
Uhum
The skies are bright
And days go by
When I was born
My mum caressed me with her gaze
She was so happy
She couldn't help but smile
B cm B
cnd found that after reading John I was left with little choice
cm B cm
was ugly
Came home to no lights light a candle to sleep
I was risking my life just to fit in with p
Few hours went by and they not here with me
touch you again
I just need to love you again
I want to be with you again
Touch you again
Love you again
With you again
Words and music by John Denver
dinner
It's my instinct, I was born a winner
It's my instinct, I was born a winner
They just mad we're takin' over
You want it bad, I want it more
the morning
Checked my bed, checked the floor and I still couldn't find my phone
Born sinner, born winner
All rounder, grudge keeper, money flipper
That's
And if you didn't know me you'd think I was fucking hostile
I've thrown out more lyrics than you wrote in your life
My precision verbal razors cut your
I'm the King of all Kings, I abide by no rules
And do what I do by any means (c'mon)
Call him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary,
vegetarian, I'll get this blonde cock
Lip balm she's some nun bitch from St. John
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes John
He's a janitor
was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah)
And all the niggas in
pull a card again
Uno, momento, I need to check the score again
Freddie Mcgregor, I feel like I was born to win, cuz cuz
I, I was born to be a winner
your body in a split second
Put me on your song, it's a hit record
If I put you on, you a rich nigga
Yes, I told them, I told them I'm a born winner
The gypsy woman told my mama
On the day I was born
Oh, you got a boy child comin'
Oh Lord, he's gonna be a son of a gun
He's gonna make those
For January, Fillmore on the 7th, showed his face
Then on the 9th, Richard arrived at the Nixon place
McKinley, born on January 29th, I hear
Then,
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