Lyrics:
you left home
You played it all the way to a new town
Mix Tape
This song could be between two of your favorites
In the middle of the be side
So you got it all figured out, huh?
Gonna drop that bomb now are ya?
Surrounded by the people who have got it all figured out huh?
Going with
Woke up outta my sleep in the middle of the night
By the angel Gabriel who came to me about my wife
(Behold) the son she bears
He's the precious lamb
would
fall in love with a city
Living in the middle
of where dreams are coming true
When love becomes a riddle
there's always something
else to do
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
chasing, tell that paper, Look, I'm right behind ya
Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman
Fightin´ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol´ mama lion
Cain´t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
It's holiday
A modern day
A day to change your life
Make it new and bright
But bitterness abounds
By people all around
They bring him
I've been dreaming of waking up happy under the sun.
In the smog and the traffic and dreams of California.
This lonely live takes to I-80 to try
I've been dreaming of waking up happy under the sun.
In the smog and the traffic and dreams of California.
This lonely live takes to I-80 to try
Open minded is your middle name
you took us in with a blink of an eye.
Dancing fancy can't you tell me why
you had your sudden change of mind.
had nine lifes, but only got one left
Live or die, left for cry, eat the rhythm
Success, failure or something in the middle
How will it be, only
should do
Stick to your guns, middle fingers up
The ass of hypocrisy, now watch it bleed
Harness your strength from all your disgust
In the ones we
really want it when I flex like that
Put a middle finger up for this mumble rap
Never will I give in always comin' with the written
Tell me what's a buncha
some models in here
I'm knocking all of em down, by myself
And I don't need y'all help
And they better take, ah hell
I used to have a team with me
Now I
Can't make the right decision
Feels like you've been thrown somewhere on your own suddenly, in middle of no where with no others to talk or (to) rely
facists
Mister Wilder's a myth
Mind is a gift
I mean, there was this gift
No longer ashamed of my thread count
In bed with a girl who's not ashamed
Living in a cynical city called
Break down the walls of Jericho it's really cold
Consisting of concrete metal glass garbage upper
Lower middle class
I say you are, you are, are
You are, you are, areare
What's a God to a queen
And what is a facade to a dream
When all I really gotta do is stick
By
Standing in the middle of nowhere
Wondering how to begin
Lost between tomorrow and yesterday
Between now and then (do it again)
Where are all
You see me in the middle of a conversation?
Don't interrupt
I'm a cut you (hey)
You know just who it is
Straight up out the hood and still
So
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