Lyrics:
to figure out in the Spiritual Realm
Then I learnt that when the opportunity was given, she quickly grabbed it by the wings
Her name being the song that
what I need to stand by
What is true and How I triumph over man by
Being me and being ready when on standby
That I know, I would want me, when I land by
working by myself, you see
I'm doing well, it's time to write songs
I'm working by myself, I'm getting to it fast
I sat in my room, thinking about the cash,
a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month
Soon I'll be sixty years old,
Withered and worn
We try to find the way
The storms sold out by the looming skies of grey
I met the man
And all he had to say
Could you just listen
wrote a song bout these
Bitches you wanna hear this they say
"Juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
I got these hoes pussy poppin'
Tell Lil Keezy
to shame
Smoking cigarettes all night
Just to have something to do
Smell so much like Marlboro red
You'd swear it's my perfume
Wrote so many sad songs
No babies were hurt in the recording of this song
Banger after banger
Kill it baby like abortion by a hanger
Abortion by a hanger
Shaky ground, Haiti
I have never heard this song by Kenny Rogers, and as far as I know a man named Tom Jans wrote it. The only person I have ever heard sing this song is
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
how many real ones lefts
No real ones left
Look around, all I see is real bums left
Man I'm guessin' all the real ones left
I've been surrounded by fake
you ain't never step for dude , but you stay the acting tough boy
If I was you, I'd feel ashamed cause I ain't slide yet
I wrote a song about my OP,
and guy
Then he plays a song and it's my hi-fi to cry by
I wonder how the man who wrote this song knew the same
The words that keep on haunting me day after
Only helpful thing you taught was how to use my diaphragm
Every element of this verse was wrote by me, there were no ghosts involved
Putting all these
sorry. No more. I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song
Now I see what fame will really get you
Bottle by the night stand, that ease the stress
Dealing with depression, pills on the dresser
Fiending for
(somebody) likes me"
He's the savage son of the TV tube
Planets wrote the day was due
All the wisest men around
Predicted that a man was found
Who looked
Oh, you know the things that I did
Owned a business, mom and pop
Was by her side the day her heart stopped
My kids in college, man, I helped them study
why, you're in love with someone else
And then you said you lied and this was really how you felt
I make you wanna be a better man just by being myself,
by lazy folks
Who just live their life no
Different from the day before
It was the same old song so
I turned off the radio
I turned off the radio
and the wounds of my shame
And this is the song that my heart did sing
The song of redemption by the death of a king
What cause have I
To lift my voice at all
When
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Had a lot of things on my mind as of late man
I wrote this shit in the middle of the night
Had a lot of things that were bothering me
A lot of people
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