Lyrics:
this
But it's hard to focus
On composing
When I watch you strolling by
Get me harden
James bonding
Goldeneye
So am I
Getting farther
Or closing strides
(Church)
Don't biff it (Hurts)
Powdered melk from food storages (Slurp)
Sweet sip drives out the bitter devilish
Now I be Chasin' them spirits, do you get
over everything a blessing from God
Rappers wanna play with it like we gone let y’all
LeBron James on the microphone pass me the ball
Representing Hip
sweet time
But they know I said it, then I motherfuckin meant it
I'm never one for gimmicks, I'm never one for pretending
Authentic's the brand, no
and playing it raw
Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw
S-L-A-be that's on my life, we ready for war
Who gon represent for Texas,
gonna try and achieve the unachievable
Because one day that vapor will be in my pocket
Comforted by lint and an external warmth
And I wonder
Will it
psalm of me
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
little by little, one by one
the thorns become the real crown
'til I get at your lady
Swinging Mandingo sweet as a Mango
It's fuck the world 'til my shit go soft
Manslaughter, manipulator, man manifested
God's
keep it real like James harden
I'm constantly asking myself which one is it gonna be
Cause I don't wanna end up like one of the kids
Whose gat the Best
of it, told me that hoe tricked
Venom biting bitches, tom hardy
They ain't invited, but always trying party
Think shit sweet, threw tan on they bodies
Lips
the story cause I got to let it fly
Keep it one stack wit me girl can you do it
Bonnie and Clyde need a bad one to ride
One to steer the wheel when I'm off by
the Lord's holy songs
The Old Rugged Cross, Amazing Grace, or In the Sweet By and By
These were the songs he often played, and this was the reason why
I've
Jantamata kilanja kabakaba ah
A eh Jantamata kabakaba
See this young girl passing by e dey burst my brain ah
A eh eh eh e dey burst my brain ah
flow moves faster than a river canal surrounded by the best morale (Best morale)
In the lower class, your shit is ass and I'm passing it like first
Yea Jupiter James low key when I slide no bling no chains real simple
Personality's my game
I spark conversations that can pique your brain
She
Rappers come by the dime my nigga
Ain't worried bout no competition
When I hit the stage betta cop a ticket
Step out and I shut it down
Do it live I know
I'm like granny this that gas she like that shit junk
Been Shudda hopped on the wave n now it's late
Bitch I'ma sweet 16 and it's yo birthday
Dazs
about loving me, my sweet?
I'm not afraid, not anymore, not like before
Don't you understand me?
Oh baby, please pull yourself together can't do it very
Sweet Baby James when the lights were low.
I'd turn it up with BTO.
(Chorus)
I say hey, yeah.
I learned to play, yeah,
A little bit of everything.
John
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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