Lyrics:
who you know
If the music's gotten boring
It's because of the people
Who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive bright people out
Of our
now he's got money
And he's feedin his people
And now ain't one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
(Z-ro 2nd Verse)
Uhh...
I represent Mo' City until the day I
wonderful
So I can feel wonderful
You'll drive in my car
Just tell me we are going somewhere
Where the stars meet the sky
And all these people with small
This little girl is a country girl
Left her home and go to New York
Come to Ny with one dollar
Ask how many million people in a Ny
This little
Well in a few more hours, and millions of people
Hate their alarm clock even more than their wives
The day is beginning, you can tell by
Won't be needed
In a way, we're the same two people
Looking out to sea
For a wave that would carry all our fantasies
If there's a way
an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you want to date other people, say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt
on strong
When there's magic in the music
It's the singer not the song
When it's comin' from the heart
All the people sing along
It's the man behind
Ooh
Lord, dear Lord above, God almighty,
God of love, please look down and see my people through.
I believe that God put sun and moon up in
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night with very little else to say
But I'm helpless less with the people than the space
No struggle
Where funny people can have fun
That's where the two will go,
Darling
Before you can count up
One, two, three.
For there's a small hotel
With
Ooh
Lord, dear Lord above, God almighty,
God of love, please look down and see my people through.
I believe that God put sun and moon up in
Where funny people can have fun
That's where the two will go,
Darling
Before you can count up
One, two, three.
For there's a small hotel
With
stopped givin you the attention I originally planned
Then you stopped fuckin wit me (oh)
And left me alone
And people only seen you with Jada and P
Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it
that flower the trees
There are voices of people who need
This place
There's sorrow and sadness here
But there's heaven and sunshine too
GloRilla
Man, people be mad, and people be hurt
Don't be listenin' to shit these folks got to say about me
Just come and see what's up with me
on the highway for
Diggin' Sunday afternoon
Plenty of people stretchin' their legs out
Shiftin' into gear
Travellin' roads with curious faces
Starin' back at you
poppin' shit
Kick the door down on them people
I got tired of knockin', bitch
What they doin'? Talk shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit
I heard they
people
Now you're lying close to me
Makin' love to me
I believe in miracles, baby
Since you came along
You sexy thing
(You sexy thing, you)
I
phone on DND and airplane, I ain't
Got no time for them people
That mеan for everybody
No time for all that crying and
Griеving 'cause I need every dollar
If anybody want to know where cynicism is
Cynicism is that there's one, two, press people in this gallery
We're talking about Eric Massa 24/7
know we be alright (but I hope we be alright, be alright)
A lot of people changed, it won't ever be the same
But it's gon' be alright
They let me
an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you want to date other people, say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt
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