Lyrics:
burning bright
False prophets and purity, succumb to the daughters of night
Twisting feeble seraphs, they are screaming as they fall
In tearing pain their
a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler (ruler)
And you can by my queen bee
Baby, I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule)
Let me live that fantasy
a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler (ruler)
And you can by my queen bee
Baby, I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule)
Let me live that fantasy
Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl
Got a two-way vanity mirror, I'm an Amnity
the next quick fix.
Unpopular prophets with problems
Up against angels in disguise who want to rob them;
Who didn't want to end up crushed by god?s
be...Matthew!
I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see
I'm gonna take you down to a place
I know you'd rather be
It's just a 3 minute song, it doesn't
I'm trapping the love
See you was my trap queen and my trap love now I'm trashing the love
By the end of this song I'll be over you
This the last verse
about our exes
If I call and you don't answer then I'm gonna leave a message
I been making all these songs for you girl these are my confessions
You told
this love is strong
Turn the volume up and listen to the song
Baby girl I'll give you flowers Made with dirt they throwing on my name
Beautiful queen
I
Oh pirates, yes they rob us
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
blow your horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table's waiting
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Come
chantin
Whassup with me, whassup with you, whassup with supple banter
Whassup with couples laughing kings and queens we are the champions
Champaign glasses
the angels sing.
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When
this song
Then we fuckin’ all night long
Her back so sore from dealing with babies
Deserves much more she’s a queen and a lady
But that ain’t really
the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man james dean from queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With bill blast,
From the pages of the prophets
He stepped out into the world
And walked the earth in lowly majesty
For He had been creator
A creature now was
you a good job.
We forgot go hard we forgot take charge.
We forgot king and Queens
Excepting anything
Aren’t we warriors
Get it by any means
Why aren’t
Time slow
At the edge
But I'm letting go
Eyes low
From the purple smoke
Unfazed by these faces
I see
The same shit
Everywhere I go
And I know I'm not
you sleep
Mask on at your door nigga trick or treat
Wise prophets and Proverbs and Chemistry
Niggas mix the Purple Haze with Hennessey
Selling dreams
ordaining a prophet
Profiting streets of gold sent
To all the kids on block
Tryna clean the neighborhood
Where all my homies got shot
Or took away by the cops
(Ha!)
Y'all ain't on nothing
Money aging well, got that Benjamin Button
Eatin' real good, but they calling' me glutton
I'ma pull a muscle by the way that
Haunted by your past
Nothing dont ever add up
Tried to do the math
Bow to the master
Draw another path
Rise from the ashes
God is love
God is just
ride and he won't know what hit him
God forbid I ride or go and get him
Ima go and get it
Come and see what the humble see
Out in queens where the hittas
I don't respect niggas
Who trying to tell me
Who my god is
False prophets
An niggas with big egos
Diamond chains of niggas in frames
Tell y'all
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