Lyrics:
fukin' Charlie Manson
He's really fu'kin sick and he's in the Goldie Lookin' Chain
And his name's Love Eggs and he adminsters the pain
The only way to get
Wide Open
Gabe Lee
Woke up in a hotel room
Went lookin for something to do
Whole place shut down, but I'm wide open
Packed up in a minute flat
Tell
Down the road again
Down the road to Massachusetts driving through the night
I thought I saw Jack Kennedy hitchhiking by a light
I hit the brakes,
Strange Summer by Allen Paris
Written by John Stary and Jeffrey Allen
She said my pool looks like a lake
My eyes open but I'm barely awake Clothes
that been hardened
Change a view that's been distorted
Lets make it crystal clear, you don't gotta be plagued by fear
2nd Timothy 1 and 1st John 4 it's
by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take my shit and you die
I dont give fuck about your reasons or the why
Bitch i use
can tell
By the fireside at night
Children gather around
Hark the legend of the hardheaded
Arthur Morgan john Marston's taking notes
I was long before
I've come to tell ya people
I've traveled this great land
I've crossed two mountain ranges
cnd combed the desert sands
From Maine to California
By
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts,
though, you know how the song go
My name hold weight, far from a John Doe
It so strange how the game made my arm grow
Used to live in cell blocks, now I
a high time
(Ali)
It's like I wake up an' it's pourin'
Ladies was on us like Sean John
Rims, Timbs, and them Slims with the green
I don't chill I mantain,
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
I guess I troop, honey, what the scoop? You're kinda cute
Your man is John Recoup, same as my climbing boot
Blase blase blah, I'm not a star, I
lookin around, nigga
-reminiscin on what?
-bout how shit done changed, dawg
-all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this shit
got snaked by some niggas, took care of my son
I ain't put that on they lawyer, got them title
The way you wrote that statement you a writer
You old
pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
All I done did, I should move into uncle mode
Bad boujee bitch
lovin' your skin and your glow
When I first saw you I was like fatty bum bum
I was passing by in a vroom-vroom
I wanted to jump out but I was movin'
a beautiful place if you see it from the right direction
And I create whoever I am
And sometimes it won't be easy
Don't be afraid to take the bull by the horns
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
all my players old, I was gettin' chose
Hoes look the fuck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park
Now she amazed by the way I top up
a no-go
He keep talkin' about his songs, I wrote those
Wanna sneak by my bro, look at your ho
12 pulled in, I was just tryna smoke, yeah, tryna smoke that
banksta'z) S.O.M. original (black banksta'z)
Wu Killa Beez, Sunzini, 12 O'Clock
Aiyo Knight, we bout to pop it off (John the Baptist, aiyo, we all)
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