Lyrics:
music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
bubble
You're my brother, I'm not above you
Remember me I'm so there
Don't make us have to go there
Turn and sing it
I stay silent with red even if I'm
music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
dust off di double mouth shotty
Shot a sing like Bin Laden party
Notnice fuck yuh gyal name Shawna
She seh yuh try fi fuck har in har batty
My friends we have traveled far to gather here today
The light is dim, the shadows long our time is slipping away
Our voices blend so easily just
a killer killer you know that man a killer killer
Go to bed a relax be man just a got got to relax
I'm coming through your speaker call us get there
waiting for your smile.
What is an endless dream.
Even the little birds
sings the killer's song tonight.
Passing time is so mean to me.
How come ever
I think I'm Tray Martin, Troy Davis
O. Grant, except ya boy made it
By God's graces, I have managed to avoid racists
Cause they intentions cause God
just couldn't abide by the laws
That they applied said I was lost
Not knowing I was really lost ready to knock a nigga off yea
That's real talk
I had
than a bowl of some krisp cookies
Niggas wanna roll but they so tootsie
I get them bags off the scale
I know some killers thats black and they white
But
BvndboyMakesTheMusic
AHHHHH
You know how long it took me to get the shit that you see
I want the woman of my dreams, but I don't sleep
Taking these
(What are you going to sing, Miss LaVon?)
(Singing in the rain)
(Singing in the rain)
They don't want to see me shine no more?
Yes, of course
Yes,
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
blockade as
I fade back streets
LA, East Side Compton, Long Beach
Murderous, killers, lunatic kamikazes
We drop bodies and throw parties
The struggle
gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long, just sing me a song
It ain't gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long, just sing me a song
Play me a song babe
What
Josh where's the bass?
I got hoes tryna talk to me, that use to walk right past me
I'm a ghost, I'm a killer, I got murders back from last week
I got
Long time ago in Bethlehem so the Holy Bible say
Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day
Hark now hear the angels sing, new
Can I sing the next song?
Sure, as long as you stand by me!
Whenever you´re in trouble won´t you stand by me
Oh oh ooh stand by me
I know you
Everybody, let's go to the "king",
We can dance there, dance and eat an ice-cream.
Everybody dancing all night long,
Try to do it, sing a happy song.
catch my second wind
I resonate in these walls
I don't know how long I can wait in these walls
I've been on the streets too long
Looking at you from
long
Looking at you from the outside in
They sing the same old song
About how they walls always the cleanest
I beg to differ, I must've missed them
hear
Could it be Lord, chosen me because
I'd be nothing
If I couldn't sing my song
By the way may I say thank you
For the love you've shown
All
...but by the content of their character...
...this will be the day when all of God's children...
...will be able to sing with new meaning...
...not
...but by the content of their character...
...this will be the day when all of God's children...
...will be able to sing with new meaning...
...not
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