Lyrics:
100,000 Rip riders from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggaz gotta pay they dues
Once I held that bullet
I had to pray god
Twenty three and one
I had to pray to god
To get away from drugs
I had to pray to god
When I needed love
I
Singin' On Sunday Evening
By Melvin E. Knoblett
Me and Jimmy got a call from the preacher, I started lookin' for my toupe'
He invited us
replica
But things that they doing is blasphemous
I pray the Lord to keep blessing us
Can't be with these rappers, they scandalous
They tryna be my replica
still, trust our guts and will
I can take it, go n shake it around
Throwing money away by droppin' coins on the ground
Even pennies add up, never think
and I'm
[Chorus: x2]
(Lifting off) it's such a passionate high
No sense in passing it by
I'm like Inspectah Deck; the clouds are so far relaxed in
the country picks
D:Martin Van Buren number eight
For a one-term shot as chief of state
Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise
That guy was dead in
suffocating
Day by day
It's the same
Pretend it's all okay
Make em' proud
At the cost
Of your life
Wasting
I'm suffocating
Chorus:
I'm more than what meets
away.
Lock down D, we must play,
Whether playin' KD, LeBron or L.c..
Kyle Lowery, Caleb Martin,
Off da bench, they be jumpstartin'.
Gabe Vincent
above the clouds - soar away with a breeze – fly!
make a decision TO BE history tonight!
I'm a skyflyer
let your dreams fly again,
let 'em all rise again
above the clouds - soar away with a breeze – fly!
make a decision TO BE history tonight!
I'm a skyflyer
let your dreams fly again,
let 'em all rise again
for the common man
Martin van Buren was nicknamed Little Van
William Henry Harrison, in a month had died
Number 10, John Tyler, struggled to preside
from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggas gotta pay they dues on the crews
just want to taste the dose
The age has changed us
Love needs our help to save us
Sometimes I find myself away
And there's no need to pray
I'm bringing
problem
There's something deep inside me and I
Can't seem to resolve it
My worst days, man I just want to revolver
My best days I'm blinded by all this fog
filled with anger, and filled with rage
And tells me I smell like piss
His drink, Jimmy Bean
His chaser, a bear
After that, various alcohols
bitches down for them to throw dirt on my name
Pray allah would take the pain away
Release these demons clear the clouds n bring back sunny days
I
the last time you asked how I was
Don't you feel the time slipping away?
It ain't funny at all
It's gonna break your heart one day
Keep the debt cloud
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
I will bare witness to your struggle
My crooked smile gazing over their bodies
As the light fades away before their eyes
Pray
Pray to your dead
I am tired and weary but I must toil on
Till the Lord comes to call me away
Where the morning is bright and the lamb is the light
And the night is
And tells me I smell like piss-a.
His drink, Jimmy Beam.
His chaser, a beer.
After that, various alchohols.
That's when the beatings get so severe,
I sleep,
I
slipping away
Fading day by day
Ruinous wickedly
This thing eats at me
This thing it eats at ME!
Fall to your knees, to whom do you pray
What's the point
In your arms is how we get to fly
Cloud by cloud yeah we’re soaring high
Forget the climax we done touched the sky
The beauty of life is that we get
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