Lyrics:
you wey noh dey hear the songs
I've been on the chase since 17 there's nothing I ain't done
Cooking up these bangers wey go make the world dey sing
you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Going
shines anymore
Is this bright diamond ring
So I pawned it away
For a sad song that I can sing
That's what I get
I guess that's what I get
Flowers are
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
Micheal Jackson sing butterflies
I learned what love was when Dean Martin said Im the one that loves you
And I sang that song to you but you
Became
was gone, he’ll sing no more
And Luke somehow we know
We’ll never see your likes again
He liked to laugh and sing, he loved a jar
And his songs rang
to sleep, police blowing up my phone
Big face Glocks in it, sing songs
Man I’m married to the game that’s my, theme song
That pack coming back and forth, ping
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
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
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
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
know my house
We gon' celebrate all my product placements
Like this free app Yarn that lets
You read other people's text messages
Oh, and by the way, if
the hills
Ya take money from the poor like a fiend pops pills
Like the Mills Brothers sing a very white song
But the roots of ya soul kinda colored belong
money, so sing a song of sixpence
The cavalry's not coming
But, sir
Alex, listen
There's only one way for us to win this
Provoke outrage,
to sing me a song
Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my
to sing me a song
Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my
like G's
But now I reminisce going down my songs
It really hurt to see your T jones
Feel the wrath that he reaching fo'
Everybody wanna be, Screwed
Don't want to hear no sad songs
I say to the darkness
But it doesn't respond
I ask if I sing a new one
Will I always sing alone
So long I have
What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not
There are love songs
And then there's sad songs
There are songs being sung every day
But never has there been such a song
Sung to you on Christmas
still in be in awe
By the new black czars
Kings Queens And finer things
Little kids in the 'hood
That can rhyme and sing
They take it, but they don't it
sing
Friday night my tailgate queen
And we're chillin'
And passin' that shine around
Damn that moonshine
It goes down just right
On them backroads
Out by
She had her heart broke by a boy from the seventh grade
She put those headphones on let that sad song play
Now when she hears that melody she still
fucked up
We ain't playing with that ass
I'll get all up in that ass
Been doing wrong for too long
Time to sing a brand new song
Free at last
Free
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