Lyrics:
I'm at my peace
Leasing in your heart ain't going to cease
Baby you my queen you my caprice
I'm in my zone that's in your heart I'm at my peace
I'm
playing numbers you can't stop me
Still wearing bundles and spark weed
If I ever say 'Queens get 'em'
You know they got me
Success, scandal, bone deep,
as well as songs by Bob Geldof
As well as tips to update my wetware, as well as fucking blogs and social networks
I'm trying to think about the things I
My vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
She like the way I talk like I'm a prophet wit tbe spoken word
By the end
the same song
But paint by number games got you seeing the frame wrong
Who it don't haunt, that's odd
Surely they got facts that's false
And false prophets
think I've seen something just like this before
Look right at me! 400 false prophets. 400 jaws on the floor
They don't see me! They be too busy with songs
ain't an idiot my nigga they all preaching the same
I'm the reincarnation of a king long gone
Gods songs hidden in verses written out by the lord
a die for the prophets and I'll die for the Lord
On the battlefield, wounded badly, holding a sword
With no questions asked, I already know, it's all for
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
and take your stand
queens of this world to you I dedicate my song
chorus
2nd verse:
upon your shoulders you carry
so much responsibility for this strayed
understand it
Put me through school, swore soon I'd be in a position to rule
Look at me now, your only child breathing through you
For you, by you,
breathing through you
For you by you, the science of f.u.b.u ill creation
I'm still lying for that day I wake up
Out of this dream, see you kinectly move,
rap songs
And by the way, I feel
The cigar won't last long, gotta be strong
Even though my life ain't shit, huh
Hoping and praying to live the tip
Won't
The Godx is with you when you sing this song
So worship by dancing and singing along
Get down, the Godx has a plan
And if you don't know, you'll find out in
Campaigns in the lower intestine and
Chants love songs to the kidneys
After a while there is no arrival and
No departure possible any more
You are where
Campaigns in the lower intestine and
Chants love songs to the kidneys
After a while there is no arrival and
No departure possible any more
You are where
They go one for the Prophet, two for Islam
Three for the Khutba from the Imam
Four for the mother that birthed my frame
Five for the father 'cause
Now young Mister Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
Now young Mister Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
another
And the hours float by like the smoke floatin' out of my hand
It's a good night, Nancy, come dance with me
Goodnight, Nancy, my roadhouse queen
The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened my eyes to the view
And I was among those who called him a prophet
And I asked him what was
all passing by
It's an ocean that will never be filled
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles
That even love cannot rebuild
It's a hotel
you to know you’re the child of a queen
I’ll be by your side whatever life brings
Know what’s inside of you they can’t take away
There’s power in your
a queen's Nobel Call
And in Dublin Castle heard
A Úachtaráin agus a chairde from auld Lizzy
My Ireland is dizzy from misinformation
And celebrations arising
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