Lyrics:
imagination
Of your imagination
Oh I see your heart is aching
Mamma's boy's feeling grey
Live in the misery you're making
You're a prisoner of your
Oh Jah! Please shine your light on ma heart and mek yuh boy do better
I vow to spread love not war and bring your people together
Confessions
ville faen vært skam
For se mamma jeg har blitt til en mann uh
Og det er på tide å bare si det som det er
For vi mangler en stemme
Og pratet dems er ikke
for me
(Please, please, Mr. Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word
That's where I'm from
Gemini shit 2 faces boy
Gemini shit 2 faces boy
I'm taking his girl
I flirt with his mamma
Wanna know where she at
She at the Bahamas
Yeah I be smoking that reef, uh
I do that shit that I please
Yeah I do whatever I please, uh
Make that little boy pay the fee, uh
Call me a freak by
action, boy you'd better wear...
Hot leather - It's all that you need
Hot leather - You'll get what you please
Hot leather - Chicks will fall at your feet
(Take it back to the top)
Baby please don't eat me up, eat me up, eat me up
Baby please don't eat me up, eat me up, eat me up
Baby please don't
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
man's world It's a rich man's world
I've been cheated by you since I don't know when So I made up my mind
it must come to an end
Look at me now
Will I
you handle that pressure or
Get swallowed by the doubt?
It ain't about no gold
It ain't about no diamonds
It's about who do you love?
Do you put
that little country boy can play!"
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny B. Goode
His mamma told
boy
I'm keepin' the heat by my gut
We got us a shooter, so what?
We loadin' up when we boot up
Niggas be actin so tough, I know they bluff
I know you
Baby please don't leave, don't go
How you look at her, I swear to God it's beautiful
But she don't know you like I know you
And it's pitiful. So,
graduate
Okay bros as you be graduate
Please tell me now
When last you ate
Rubbish
Come here small boy
See am I your mate
Who are you talking to like that
Do
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
Surrounded by a billion stars I am no longer
Daddy's little rich boy, daddy's little rich boy
Daddy's little rich boy gonna build something bigger than
your back boy
I got I got I got I got your back boy
Sure enough
Even though them chicks be hating on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In
Dream a dream, lover
Take me in your dream
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Dream a dream, lover
Love is just a dream
If you
And she down to ride
Like a Nina boy I need her ima keep her by my side
And to get her in my life you know I'll throw away my pride
I need a Toni "Child
They could not believe it
This is life I'm living.
Is so fucking amazing
So some think I'm crazy
Cus I'm fucking with them boys on drugs
Boys
fools
You know me don't play by the rules
And if ur boys wanna chit chat
Ya know that we bring them tools
We broke man up like a kitkat
Did it again put
"There's a black girl singin' in the morning before church
Cause she wants things just right
There's a white boy holdin' his head
Cause he
Please don't make me
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things, see, things don't run me
Stuck in the bottom of the bottom, nigga
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