Lyrics:
I got no hidden agenda here inside
Couldn't stop these emotions if I tried
You're all I wanna do
I got something here waiting just for you
Deep in
inside he knew he fought for the wrong side
From battle to battle they fell at his feet
He kicked the allies out of Libya
But in Tobruk he was defeated
By
Cold nights
Walking side by side with this poltergeist
Sometimes girl I wish you weren't so nice
So all the sins I carry didn't hurt inside
When I curse
Every morning when I wake up
A couple seconds go by
Where I can't remember that
My heart is broken
And I can't feel the pain inside
Suddenly it
of three
He ain't missing, you can find him hanging by a fucking tree
Yeah I'm in the pit bitch you give a shit?
We fucking walk inside this bitch and now
up seven rows
Because I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, come on (really really fat)
You know I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, you know it (really really fat)
You
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
kill you again
Torn through with vengeance o blame
Torn through for wanting you dead
Anger summoned evil deep inside my rotting soul
Remnants
wit this minimum wage
I cant stop it i gotta get paid i been that nigga since 7/11 and still by the end of the day
Im the King by the end of the day do
See you n****s be talking how you go lay low
Bullets just flying across your halo
Twenty four-seven I'm in the same mode
Live by the sword you know
a tender legend of prey
Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world
I've never seen, Things I've never been.
Give yourself to me, haunted by her effigy,
Bearing down on me, blinded by her legacy
Give your soul to me,
I count my time in dog years
Swimming in sevens, slow dancing in seconds
Oh, and I'm the one that loves you
Oh, and I'm the one that loves you
Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims glide
6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround sound like a motion picture
Aquafina rims got my ocean
Father was working hard
Standing beneath the oak tree by the front door
You were inside baking bread
Sister came out and put her arms around me
Blood
Welcome
Welcome to America
Where you can fail at your job, get fired, rehired
And get a seven hundred billion dollar tip
Come on in, sit right
away
Say we're fine, breathing smoke as we burn in the flames
Dying in a happy place inside our minds
We're all broken by design
Broken by design
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
choose by the hoes back then ‘cause now they want me
Talking bout money, I’m on that
Otherwise y’all can fallback
Trying get straight to the plug, I’m
choose by the h*** back then ‘cause now they want me
Talking bout money, I’m on that
Otherwise y’all can fallback
Trying get straight to the plug, I’m
Gotta listen to God's word and be obedient
Give my tithes and offerings and reap the millions
Not dollars but blessings come seven-fold
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