Lyrics:
Forever your kingdom reigns.
The west has found a gun and it's loaded with unsure
Nip and tuck if you have the bucks in a race to find a cure.
Psalm
wanna drink lemonade
And never rain on your parade
My dear, what have we become?
So I'll just bite my tongue
It's happening again
You see you've
the fucking weather girl
I’m the fucking weather girl
I’m the fucking weather girl
I’m the fucking weather girl
Bitch, I make it rain on your fucking parade
I’m
Wills - Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens - Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams - goes without sayin'. Now that's what I'm dob
Yes sir, that's what I'm talking
Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy, but you don't wanna
Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy, but you don't wanna
Cinderella
Make it rain on you and don't use no umbrella
Make them jealous
You
And me
Could do almost anything
You got to make your move
I had my first
Yeah, yeah, yeah, these metaphors be raw
Take the shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety ninth
for a beat
Broke ass nigga tryna rush for a feat
I don't give a fuck, I'ma get bucks
I don't act tough, I tell her to rush
Dumb ass bitch, just help me
a strong pack like a buff nigga Stack them bucks up to the ceilin
I'm in this all black like a villain
I hope you call back one day
I got your love tucked, I
Wishing that we could stay there
Forever and ever
Now I am sad
You are so far away
I sit counting the hours day by day
Come back to me, how I long for your
OPEN UP YOUR HEART
(Buck Owens)
« © '66 Blue Book Music »
Open up your heart and let my love come in
Open up your heart and let my life begin
as grenades, dropped by planes on every other block
Equal to parades in the ways my people run the blocks
Never stop, never can contain me, I'm a juggernaut
wanna see you grow
Still rain your parade
Cutting niggas off so quickly
Should've played the movie blade
If I die before i'm blowing up
Thank God i'm
That my black friend, he a real black kid
Get your own carton, askin' me for a cig
At the food court, he has 2-3 wings
Then the cops come with
international
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl,
tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous
you know your truth
You're so sexy
By yourself and you don't need nobody help yeah
But you look better with me
Girl you sexy
By yourself and you don't
being defined by apprehension, it blinds my visions, when ambitions should inspire my steps
No regrets left to hide behind
You can rain on my parade, let
The time's for now move out the way, f*ck around have a block parade
Ni**a hands down,Ni**a mans down, he ain't playing D so I pop the trae
If you
redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi
the sky?
All that is gone
The parade's been and done
The good times have all passed you by
Everyone smiled when you would walk by
In heaven the gods
out your weapon aim directly for the heart
Buck the brain and make sure everything stop and listen to the shells drop
As we steady poppin round after
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
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