Lyrics:
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
of the song, supplied by cody gillespie-lynch
On a south pacific ocean, on a south pacific shore,
A legend was written on the sand,
For a man of peace was
it?s good enough for you.
Donald: Well welcome back to our final round coverage
of the Enbuary Classic.
Random Man: (Say this during the beginning)
but don't quick and split
Because quick was the way I struck the demon
And split is what I did as I was leavin' the scene, man
There's nothing worthy
come to the A? No way, no way
When we slid to that block everybody on magic
They disappear like David Blaine
They never let corn beat on our side
They're
by side, hand in hand
You as my girl and Kane as your man
Bust it, ever since the first time that I seen her
I wanted her to step inside my arena
Surprised by my timing, the games all mine
Dreaming, screaming, man the games all mine
Inspiration in my lines, they all rise from the crime
My shine, in
people will this ever change?
They don't know, they don't know about the struggles that we face
How "the Man" holds us back and ties our feet when tryna
people will this ever change
They don't know, they don't know about the struggles that we face
How "the Man" holds us back and ties our feet when tryna
look buff
mans are on the chirps, tryna get a little muff
tonight is the night to enjoy our lives
no stress, no worries, no pain, no strife
no fights,
By the money hungry seeking white man
Fucking up our streets with pollution
Then lock a nigga up for the solution
There they go again pickin'
[Intro]
Why you gotta be so judgmental 'n shit? I'm just here to party, man. Fucking bitch
[Hook: British Rich]
Molly, blow, licor, hoes, smoke
that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
'Cause it's plain to see a man's integrity
By the way he treats those he does not
to live our days
I’m thankful that we met, ‘cause you helped me change my ways
I’m not the same man… that I used to be
Thank you Lord for restoring me
amongst the crowd
A strange and erratic man
Made his way down where he found
Himself being stop by the king's guards
At the blockage
Insisted he had
If my people
Which are called by name
Would humble themselves
And seek my face and turn from their wicked ways
Then will I hear from Heaven will
goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the mornin'
Huh? I'll see you in the mornin'
This is way too much, I need a moment
No one man should have all that
the earth
Defined by their tails, older than man's tale
They're storming, they live once again, again
Silence above our heads, no recognition
Defined by their
anywhere talking Wyndham, Hyatt, Doubletree
Be a Ghoul, a ghost, a goblin, or a zombie
Make a way down to the Spooky Empire Army
Spooky Empire's here man
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
(Heavy hitter)
Let's ch-ch-change our DNA
Let's change our DNA
You're the king mafia baby
I'm the Queen of Alchemy
I know a way to make gold
By mixin' our
you can handle the pace boy
You see the thing is don't you talk to me in that tone
Think you're Spider-Man with no way Home
You see the thing is you're
who stayed by my side even when I fell off
The one whose name I hold high regardless of what it costs
Man this ain't lip service
The way I write these
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