Lyrics:
Little Thing
And on the Rock and Roll
Music track George Martin
Joins John and Paul on one
Piano on Words of Love
Ringo plays a packing case
Beyond this
love every part
A song, you're like a song
Happiness today is just a song away, just a song
I love your music, baby
I don't worry 'bout a thing
It's just me and the music, me and the music
The pen and pad and beat, the speakers and the mic
I can't imagine leaving this, I need it to survive
Me
The system effectively shaped by your scars
You've been working hard, just sip a Colada
I've been through the highway to hell, made it back
Just parked
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
to the time out just for you
To write this beautiful love letter to you yeah
You're so far away but one thing remains a fact
That I love you to the moon
as long as it's groovy
Makes me laugh
Makes me smile for the world
Whenever I'm with you girl
While we dance
Make romance
I'm enchanted by the things that
Faith
Chorus: No fears, no tears, take all my shame.
Though times going to change, one thing remains.
My faith stays strong as I praise his
rejoice
Fire shut up in my bones
Not talking about the Holy Ghost
Just trying to speaking those
Things that I need weighing me down the most
Fire from
As times go by, things gon change
Promise to remain the same
Tryna find my lane, this music shit'll change you
But I could never change, you know I
to wrestle with the devil
Now I'm Ballin Bubba chuck and it's straight outta Bethel
Turned Heaven from a Hell
Cuz I learned from the hustle
Gotta stack it
those boys who were killed by enemies
They went to heaven but will forever remain legends
You are a victim in this forest, I’m a bloody hunter
From
a Stack
[Chorus]
Nigga Play Me Nigga Play Me
Till the day I die, let my music kill your pride
Nigga Play Me Nigga play Me
I remain trustworthy till the day
is write a rhyme
Sell out stadiums by the age of 25
That's always been a dream of mine
I wanna make music and maybe even sell a bit
I have a story
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
Take it all from me
This kind of entertainment's not free
I'm left out of the seams
Cause my eyes remain open as I dream
Take it all from me
This
that matters is I do it
And no matter how you're looking at my L's
I'm never losing
My people all around
Said, we're bound by the music
Home town bound
Well, alright. You see the thing is...)
This music's more than a job, I gotta make my revenue
If you're a part of my squad then I got the best in you
If
All I ask is change
I need her by my side
I can't leave her behind
All this time remains
Blood rushin' like I got hypertension
Is there somethin'
your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (one, two, three, let's go)
Power music, electric revival
smoke the bag
My engineer leak some of my music
I'ma smoke his ass (HOLY MOLY)
What's up, Arab?
"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew" what the K said
"Objection in
make it a thing
I'm more concerned with niggas thinkin' 'bout Christmas in August
Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters
Get some shake, a brick
love every part
A song, you're like a song
Happiness today is just a song away, just a song
I love your music, baby
I don't worry 'bout a thing
Music must be a lady
The way it makes me love to me
Me, you, music, music,
I'm so amazed by your choice of melodies that you used on me
Lady
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