Lyrics:
mother
Oh is it my brother John
Or is it my sweet William, my own true love
To Scotland new come home
It is not your father, it is not your mother
It is
Johns prideHalted by some outlawsSoon there after joined forcesIn the meantime John plansBecomes Sheriff himselfMaking Gamelyn wantedBut now he´s
" started playing
That minor chord it just hit's you
Anyway but it was just y’all
Talking on top of the track as
It starts to come on, and the crowd
Start
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
Save the Queen" when I was just a boy
By birth an Irish rebel, by name, John Devoy
Ahoooo, John Devoy, Oooooo
From the slums of New York City, I started
his life.
He's seen the world and all its sights
And experienced both the joys and the frights.
His destiny shaped like a puzzle
Each piece a challenge
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
, it's like that y'all
Will.i.am in da house with Sergio
Q-tip's in da house on the radio
On the radio, on the radio
On the radiya, diya, diya, diya,
need to stick together
No matter the skin or what its history holds
We gotta be better
This pattern of death and all these broken homes
It should be
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
hit you keep it on the low low
Stop with all that gossip baby that's a no no
I'm living everyday i die once yodo
Ain't stopping with this music they
it all when we didn't have much
When we didn't have much
I can still hear grandma reading
That red letter Book of John
I can still smell coffee
at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton
Now
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
And to cleanse us from all unrighteousness
From all unrighteousness
God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God
I'm not putting limits on my God
I'm not putting limits
dirt on daddy's clothes
From putting that bacon on mama's stove
Dog barking in the yard at a truck we don't know
All we had was us
And had a little
What's good
This your man Dj Em-D
With my man Rubuen Ponce
Man
You crazy for this one bruh
Let's get it
Baby give your all of me
And then I'll
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicked
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he's the one that
You do what you can do
Bit by bit
Putting it together
Piece by piece
Working out the vision night and day
All it takes is time and perseverance
though we no more
Mr. Star, much love to Navi, Butcher, D-Lo, (Miss Cole)
Butcher source of Quran right now, it's all good, much love to ya!
All my
explosions of nuclear bombs down in the Oakland
That's why all those crackheads are smokin'
It's remote-controlled emotions triggered by cops with laptops
creepin' back to the scene of the crime
So hungover from hanging out with you
And I'm putting it back together with Duct tape and nails
I do this all
Robin Williams.
(Jimmy Fallon as Robin Williams)
Oh yes, troll dolls, yes. A beautiful thing, yes. It's a beautiful thing. Yes. Looks like Don King
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