Lyrics:
Na na naaa
Na na naaa
Na na naaa
Na na naaa
I'll be damned to keep on doing this if its too late
Shoulda blew at 18 Ill stop by 28
Whats the point
battle rap turned Day into?
Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?
Did you really think "Paul Walker" was a dope song?
If so,
Boy don't sleep in the trap house
Nah that's risky
Ain't no deals in the trap house
If you want three that's sixty
Boy don't sleep in the trap house
When we first met I never cheated, girl
I never lied temptation, well I guess
Was never really on my side (Because of me)
Now you are leaving and I
The Washington Post is the one you need, sir!
So if you are after the latest news,
The Washington Post will give you the most,
And if you're craving the latest
Climbin’ ladders, bit by snakes,
roll the dice, don’t know what’s at stake yo,
One
step, two step, three steps, four,
Don’t wanna play this game no more
ain’t gunna last
Those tonights are goin’ by fast
Take a day with your mom tell the school that your sick
Down the road never know what memories
Holy
You can catch the shekana breezing'
By whoever disses Christ than
Bowed and seize 'em
He's holy, man, the culture needs him
And can't define life,
Men with beards, what are they hiding?
Could I handle the truth if they
Chose me to confide in?
Or would my dead body be
Found down a railway siding
time you think about it
You gon' want some more of me (yeah)
'Bout to hit the club, make a movie, yeah, rated R
Pulled up like a trap star, that's if
Bros abeg abeg abeg abeg
I no fit follow you go Mainland
If e no be lekki I no dey comot for here
No dey shimshim na lekki abeg
Reason am
Shout out
one last time let yo son say goodbye
I'd give everything you're not by my side but you're always on my mind
I'd give everything can't move on can't
Louisville slugger for you punks that are packin' yo
[performed by Scotty Edge]
I can't get out they pull me right back in
It's the bad freegin racket with
Pinkertons
Steve Jobs if you judge me by my penmanship
Trill deal, I'll be honest I'm kinda
Hoping you feel Dill
But if I ever get big-headed
You can kill Dill
When we are in a bar
He protects me
Makes me feel sexy
Shows me off to the world
Ooh, If I
Could fly
I'd go nowhere else but
By your side
c thousand
Imma keep on walkin' by faith it don't look good really don't matter man
Imma goin' keep on - Imma keep on- Imma keep on - Imma keep on - Imma keep
to be rich
And you find you are left by your lover,
And you moan and you groan quite a lot
You can take it on the chin,
Call a cab and begin to recover
Look how the sky's all silver, beautiful Montreal
Out of the sky of silver snowflakes begin to fall
I sit by my window I take my pen in hand
If I
don't care for you and
I don't care honey if you love me or not
If you were half as smart as you think you are
The world would be a-standing at your
have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all
to death
We need Him crucified
It's all you have to do
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
You have been brought here
Manacled, beaten by Your own people
Do You have
and sweat-stained t-shirts
That's the story that
They are gonna feature
With exclusive pics
Of your flabby behind
You think you're all alone
But that's right when
Cause I only have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But
have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all
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