Lyrics:
When I was 18 I sold pot, about a quarter pound to half a pound a week
I also worked 70 hours a week or so, about one day off every two week period,
burgers and french fries
In the last minute I done thought about you ten times
Fine on the out but she pretty on the inside (Muah)
And every since she
burgers and french fries
In the last minute I done thought about you ten times
Fine on the out but she pretty on the inside (Muah)
And every since she
On my hallelujah every day
Mamma told me all I Gotta do is Kneel down and just pray
I do my thing, I pray that God's gon keep an eye out for
son's knee
Just so he can stand on his own two feet some day in the future
By the way, a week later inside of my oven blew up (yeah, that actually
knew turned upside down
Every single alien in space is truly Black and Brown
Picture Zeni barreling thru to space to find a better home
All my years
to the bookie
And Blaq told me last year this year they'll over book me
So now you Twitter fingers are sounding like bitter singers
Every time the kid delivers
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
and my fish
That's a new year's dish
Plus, I ain't trying to do much
Just can I get perhaps a smile and a laugh
In the morning, yes, I'm trying to go
a week or for a year or for a year in a day
Come what may
I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guinness Stout
to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
(What if? What if?)
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too
worthless
Fan of uncertainty but it still make me nervous
The Son shines on the darkest of days
I know trouble won't last always
I just remember my mom used
There's Christmas in the eyes of every child
Once again the presents are resting by the tree
Once again we worship the One who came for you and me
I hear
already digged, oh
Already dug
Sipping on drugs smoking on syrup
High off my ass on the
Last bar, finish in increments
Rapping ain't that hard so you say
is full of contradictions
I'm tryna become a better man
Prayin for redemption, each and every day
(Hallelujah, as the choir sings)
[Chorus Two: sung
I see aint nothing change but the date since the last time
Ain't feel on ya curves and ya frame since the last time
You been on my brain day by day
Look
As I
Live and breathe every single day become more clear to me
Nowadays it feels like we live in all types of rings
MMA boxing we wrestle with
in the pen tryna change their life today
I mean every year
I mean it's bodies dropping fucking every year
Don't you get tired of this shit
Come another
the mist of day
Never never
To know
How I loved you
If I loved
You
9: And So It Goes
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
alone
Days go by never saw a soul
I'm in good company at last
So join in and raise a glass
Yeah you know I felt that too
Sometimes thought we wouldn't
day
Of a new year
And it's so clear
That we're all so ready
We're all so desperate
For so many things in our lives to be so different
To be so new
But
won't be my last day (uh)
Models by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin' up some green
Blowin' on a blue dream
My life is
time to sing your last prayers
Mothers dying, children crying
Believe it, this is not the end
Genocide or join their side
For next year's day of disaster
in a long-lived year
Got an extra day but nothing to do with it
Got an extra day but nothing to do with it
Got an extra day but nothing to do with it
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