Lyrics:
to question so I'll live life by my answers
Fuck your brainwashing, judgmental, life-sucking, bible pushers
Believing in this almighty 1 you call "God" is just
can get low
So cool let the smoke
Disappear from the drug away fuck nature
True hit maker art creator
Murder what you did
Got your ear drums bleeding
bedheads, red dot, you a redhead
Headshots for counterrevolution, you're headed towards
Put the gun in your hand so you get the credit for it
I got two words
on a shirt (Skilla Baby)
Hit your bitch from the front, back, side
Front again, makin' her squirt
I can't let a janky bitch call
Me by my real name
My 50 Zone
a bun
I'll tie your
Hands and feet
cnd when we're done
It won't be
Nice and neat
Cock, aim my gun
Right at your
Bright ass cheek
cnd let it run
Like it's
the control!
The time is over now
And you don't have to allow
Just raise your hand
It's the time to be banned!
They want the control
We not accept to be
greasing MP's hands
So that their crude-oil drilling companies could rape some foreign land
There's distain in the air, as the people flock like sheep
the Peace
But there's murder
In the streets
And if you wanna
Live
Survive
In the heat
If your ass hungry
Find something
To eat
Sometimes it may
Bitter
Ayo, it's hard to forgive
It's harder to forget
I gave you all my time
But now your time came and went
Balenci in my closet
Right next to all
arrange
Murder for my daughter
Although we’re estranged
Like the Doctor with the scarred hands
I perform magic through my pain
In the name of Jermaine
broke
I wanna still writin' our story 'til our back gone broke
Baby give me your hand and let me hold
I ain't never go baby even though you were not by
hammer ring, Lord, Lord
Just to hear his hammer ring.
Just to hear his hammer ring, Lord, Lord
Just to hear his hammer ring.
When John Henry was a little
Just to hear his hammer ring.
Just to hear his hammer ring, Lord, Lord
Just to hear his hammer ring.
When John Henry was a little baby,
Sittin'
to knuckle duster
Innocent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend
Fuck a badge, light a bonfire, dance a jig around a pig
Figurin' yeah, I'll land a plan
You're gonna to be sitting there on your little machine
Trying to look and keep it clean and
You're going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
we stay attracted fuh Michael Faraday
Holiday honeybear keep my hands inside your honey babe
Holly Rey honestly going deep inside your love today
Fill
The storm made the night crack
I want to turn all the clocks back
Before your tears on my shoulder could dry
Tried to hold on with cupped hands
So your life would not end in misery
Don't fly to high my little bird
'Cos if you try you may get hurt
You will burn your wings
When you reach for
everything we feared that we were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands
You were kindled by the dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps
everything we feared that we were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands
You were kindled by the dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps
the tombstone with his name
Hear the cries of a little girl in pain
Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and cries
But something was wrong with this bitch's
let it shine
例外なく輝く every little star, take a chance
遠くでただ見てたあの扉 今夜あたりそっと開くはず
Why don't you stomp your feet on one and clap your hands on two
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr.
by the ocean side
So put your hands together for Mr. Rock n Roll
He said Hey Good Lookin’, What’s Going On
A whole lotta shakin’ and a simple song
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