Lyrics:
a dame waste
I'm just trying to play it cool move at ya own pace
Inflation keep a nigga stressing stuck in the Rat Race
Lost a angel Michael Williams died
sum
Horrible william they say I'm the one
I hate myself
As much as I hate everybody
Take you to hell
And I'll show u somebody
Met with the devil
I won't
Overthinking in my brain
I'm fed up with the change
Tryna make a break
Fed up with society and all its pain
Some days I just feel like I am lost
I am lost
I am
We only got 1 life 1 life
Yea
No time
To sit by
Yea
Our world will die if we don't try to change life yea
We only got 1 life 1 life
Yea
No
to bed, [D]never hurts these [Bm]days
But [E]now, the jokes on me, since I lost [A]you
BRIDGE:
Cause I'm [A]playing Hank Williams
By William Clarke
You've got the Power
You've got the Power Ahoy
I-been to so many places not knowing just
What I'd find
I seen so many different
Falling Up
Word and melody Khaliya Williams and London Thompson. Produced by London Thompson (Billy London Music) and Harry Willson. 2020 Pure Bliss
and lost
We might as well get lost
Take me by the hand
I show you the way
Don’t hesitate, it’s time
Follow all the signs
The stillness appears
A change
of change
They poured blacktop two-lane right through the cornfields
Laid a stripe right across my back
The wheels came spinning with the wide-eyed
guilt tripping but I never gave a shit
You can try so hard or you could just hit it and quit
Like on this one day
Like in the first place
Back when I lost
the lost generation
This ain't meant to be preached on
This here meant to be teached on
I know that you ain't got much time
I promise this rhyme won't take
(M-M-M) Michael Williams
Renzel Ravioli (woo!)
(Hahaha) ugh (M-M-M)
This some country western shit right here (huh!)
(Yeah!) Like Quentin
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
WELL I CALLED FERGIE'S CELL BUT KNOW WHAT
EVERYTIME IT RINGS WILL.I.AM BE PICKING UP
I COULDNT BELIEVE I SCOOPED EVE I THOUGHT SHE'D SAY NO
SHE WAS
you'll get bodied
Killers do killings for hobbies
I want a bad singing bitch to ride by me
Like Whitney did Bobby
With the future I'll take Ashanti
I'll
Written by Billy Burnette and Mentor Williams.
There goes my baby walkin' out the door
I never cried a bigger tear before
You don't know 'til it
Lost I roam, gone is my hope - I'm in my bricked crib
I lose everything I have all the fucking time
My life can't be summed up in one god damn fucking
share
I can't wait to hear Silent Night
Sung by the choir in candle light
Celebrate the story that never gets old
Of the miracle child born to change
of days gone by
He could never talk about while it burned him up inside
Can't change the hands of time he had to let it rest
Everything held in his heart
delight,
Did you chance to hear a chorus in the shearers' huts at night?
Did they "rise up, William Riley" by the camp-fire's cheery blaze?
Did they rise him
the phone?"
Knock on her door like go inside, nurse Williams sayin', "She ain't home"
Big fifty round tucked by my side, every time I ride, I'm clutchin'
with jokers, no games
I'm just tryna see a soul live, came for the lost, bringing hope to the hopeless
Things change, story could of ended with pain,
trying to change
Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
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