Lyrics:
blind spot
My opps wrote the book on hating like Mein Kampf
It's all good fellas, go get your shine box
Billy Batts, they say they real, they really rats
accord
You alone deserve our praise
We bow our knees your majesty
In the beauty of your Awesomeness
We wave our hands to bless your name
We sing our song
dreamin' 'bout you daily
Wanna keep you close
Have I been on your mind?
'Cause I kept you by my side
I've held you in my mind
Don't care 'bout so and so
of the memory
That the old gods are playing on me
Carry my prayers on the ocean
Carry my prayers on the sea
Your blue eyes are there when I close mine
I see your
I got spikes and zippers on my jacket
If gang run down on your bitch she gon' jack it
Broke ass acting like you get it boy you Cappin
When you was
on falling forevermore
I was told that by the sixth day
The Earth was like an open sore
Now who will pray for Babylon?
Sing a song to Babylon
On your knees
the bed might kill me
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I, I don't have
the bed might kill me
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I, I don't have
You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas
Somebody on the phone want to talk to your (??)
But I
of the bluest inks your iris ever saw
(close to insanity)
One child prodigy with a vision in his core
(close to insanity)
(yeah, yo)
I'm frost bitten, slippin'
The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part B
WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE WITH CLANCY -- GO A-DROVING? TELL US TRUE,
my pocket and all my fam with me (Cash!)
She tryna be Whitley, but I ain't your Dwayne, girl, don't trap me for billies (Nah!)
I'm wavy, ya feel me?
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got twenty-five niggas running up on y'all
For the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on your knees
Butt
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got twenty-five niggas running up on y'all
For the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on your knees
Butt
Touching a billy fore I hit fifty
Fat Freddy in the car smiling till I pass on pretty
And it don't come easy
Check me out I'm Superfly nigga
Pull up on your
The microphone pleaser
Haters, shove it up your keister
Here comes the new me
Life after death, like it's Easter
Baby, spoon the workers, take you to the cleaners
livin' day by day, finna put some shit in motion
Said the music is the way for me, I might just be chosen
You gotta make it or take it, get it by any means
stand side by side
I would walk the Sahara desert
I'd crawl it on my hands and knees
I would swim across the ocean
And beyond the seven seas
I'd skip
willow
As I can't live in fear
Of what shall be done
Cause in due time
Empty prayers no longer keep love there
Yeah cool down lay by the ocean
Maybe your
with your feet on the street
All the curses and blessings
You need to learn from these lessons
Lesson one, you gotta trust yourself
Cos that's where
No
The current starts to break the bow
I thought, we'd be there by now
The vessel cracks and slips beneath the tide
I'm just a captive in my empty
the unifier
Jesus Christ, our Prince of Peace
Jesus Christ, our only answer
Jesus Christ, we’re on our knees
Above all, love one another deeply
Love your God
top got me weak in the knees
Left it noodle like its Vietnamese
Send me your location I'm en route
We're gonna slide I'm outside come on out
I ain't got
been trying to forget
Some on their knees
Each of them weeping
Redirecting passers-by
I never cared to listen
As they cowered, i powered by
Sifting
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