Lyrics:
across the moon
Hope I'm not doomed plotting my great escape
My heart is protected by gates and chains
I know with the bruises it's permanently stained
I
Hands up girl (Hands up), show me what you made of (Yuh)
Put her right to sleep, call me Deontay Wilder (Call me Deontay Wilder)
Do what I do but for
eternity just put your hand on mine
For eternity lookin in those beautiful blue eyes
Eternity such a beautiful sight
Just you and me both flying hi
See me
being crushed
By the feet of small children
Generations of women
Whose end was my beginning
Settling
The foundation of the building
Settling
smooth and fire ack do know the tunes
A simple banger with my verses
Queen right by my side, beauty in my eyes
You know you just keep falling down in love
I love you
Your auras blue
In our own world
Just us two
Some people want a plate, give you the table
Unveil your burdens, let me help you out
many do
I just might have to bring the heat
OUT THA BLUE
After gettin' yo ass kicced enough by this life
You suppose to elevate, move like feather-light
can
And save the whole of the gang, save the whole of the fam
They got sticks in their hands, no drummers, bro I gotta just save them
(Gotta save them,
my hand
Needed to stack to pay for flights so my brothers can land
Just some mental goons up In the city
3 cars ten bodies all walking with stickies
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
secrets to beneath the immeasurable blue
Or rather a shifting hue
The clouds were passing through
Obstructing the frail sun, at that point, painted so pale
and ears...all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
And for washin'
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
FUCK ALL THAT JAZZ
I GIVE EM' THE BLUES, OOH, OOH!
HOOK:
GIMME THE LOOT, GOTTA REGROUP, GOTTA RECOUP
HANDS IN THE AIR, TELL EM' DON'T SHOOT
LESS IT'S
away
He quickly turned
And managed to make his way through
While almost reaching The King too
Just to come to
Being put down on his knees
By The King's
their fists to rise up against the emperor's dynasty
Translation: this art form's foundations
Was for the poor to fight back against the wealth a whole
Ain't got for these slurring versions of thirty different
Wrappers on a Trojan horse, serviced and served by corruption
Or lackadaisical retorts; lurking
Ain't got for these slurring versions of thirty different
Wrappers on a Trojan horse, serviced and served by corruption
Or lackadaisical retorts; lurking
manufactured By filthy hands
It's our time to make a stand
Whatever happened to freedom of Speech
A foundation to plant our sins
In death we are all the same
Sell your soul
For a ticket to the promised land
Lost control
Backstabbed by the feeding hand
Called by your unholy saints
Line up! The gallows
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still
sister
Cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch, for the party to go
Oh, but she knows, she'll get by
She is... Livin' In The Love
that you regret
Be ashamed if you want if you want that is your choosing
I just want to live and forget, the war I went through
The abuse by your hand
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