Lyrics:
the things that make me happy
But most of all
I wanta sing about you
I picked up my first guitar when I was just eleven
Listened to them grand old opry shows
capillaries
Ambushed by adversaries they're coming to get you scary
Wearing a suit faces are blue vacant gash across
The face no escape from all the living
an Icon
Talk like an Icon can you pass the test?
Hell yes! You an Icon
Can I have your autograph please?
Meet and greet and take a picture with me
Be
All those times, I still remember
When shit really felt together
Now my heart is cold, December
Yours is still warm, September
I feel like Hank
flop it
I'll never drop it, invest my dough in my art you cop it
Call me your prophet, buy property or gold and raise my profits
Sing my sonnets
long face to switch my existence up.. they both one in the same ..boys weren't running a thang ... Then took our show on the road.. younging run for
.. a piece of literature will ease the souls that 1roam the globe .. looking in the faces and they eyes show through to the soul... Meaningless me I guess...
Dogg]
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
William's words, I couldn't list the ways you wear me out
And everything you say shows me you don't care
While I'm haunted by that church outside your window
A rising kingdom
Oh woah
Oh woah
Oh woah
Uh oh
Girl you stole the show
When you rodeo
With your cardio
Almost stole my soul
Girl you stole the show
clowns; faces'll frown, takin' my style
Niggas bite me for fun
Playin' Hunger Games; mocking jay
Middle finger to your lips; fuck wutchu gotta say
Knowin' I
I tried so hard, my dear, to show
that you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome
in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang
Now
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit
say "Whaddya mean, ya need more rest?
"The world don't care whether ya look yer best!
"Simply show up promptly at six A.M. with your instruments ...and
Nobody knows the dead man
William Blake knows Nobody,
He heard his name by the banshee.
It was like a sick lighthouse
Who didn’t know his misty
your listening.
.See the faces of the different men woman and children.
Crime rate is rising, Its so surprising
To many people dying.
But the government
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please,
show your face
Yeah
Honestly I don't want it another way
You gotta be my better bae
I don't want no apologies
So call me when you on your way
Pull up
Ayyo, that special order LG backpack?
I wasn't wearing it just to show off
I got plutonium in there
(Mr. Williams, we'll be taking your orders
(sounds of dice shaking)
Six 'em girls, hit his kicks
I'm a still show that motherfucker he fish
Pound cake, beat that bitch
Holy smoke! I admire your roll
Let me keep mine and spend yours
Loafed Up and these nigga know it
Counted up another today
Roll it up. Put straight away
Every bill got a blue face
it's very hard to get compliments based on your human qualities
Right lets face it no matter how nice a person you are
Nobody's gunna come say hey nice
to capture
I'm ready for the rapture
Show me the arms of wickedness, Im ready to fracture
Light and dark, time and Space
Im waiting on Pinocchio to spite
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