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or a children's pastor, what's it gonna be?
Now think about it, what do you want it to be?
Probably a singer, or a football star? But by yourself, you can't get
There's a deeper wisdom in the singer's eyes, a life shaped by the road
His voice is raspy, he never got fame, and his face looks a little worn
It's more
punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Bi- gave me
as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
Ready for murder hebbz, I heard you Had an itchy finger
A few c-notes will hold their breath Longer than an oprah Singer
Hop in the civic I've been
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
honey come on in" - female singer
That they baby girls know, we ain't forget about you word up
She understand my hustle, and the black man family
wife and home
Guy that showed right before the set from work, tell by his clothes
The girls that snapping photos of the band with highest hopes
the drugs in my veins
(yeah) pop two Xans, now she wanna give face
I got bands that I wanna go waste (Skrrt)
Friday's here, so don't be shy
Take me higher
Ob-La-Di, ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes on
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Ob-La-Di, ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes on
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Ob-La-Di, ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes on
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Some come by bus some come by train
Some come by boats and some by plane
Some come to teach some come to learn
Some a come to rob rape and plunder
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Give the singers half a chance and they'll sing and dance through the night
Lend an ear, please
And the band will play the things you'll want to hear
your dreams
And I said nothing at all
But I wanna be a dancer, I can't dance
I wanna be an astronaut, no chance
I wanna be the singer in a pop band
giving head down in Soho
I wasn't really there, but Johnny
He told me so
I wanna be Mark E. Smith
I got my act down, I got the riffs
I'll form a band
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
in as such
And can't you see
By the very words you want to hear
Words in which in no good Christian will appear
I'm tearing down the stupidity
astronauts, police officers, and firemen
And everybody's watching the lead singer in the band
The guitars exploding to a drumbeat that's driving
It's
all in the family (yeah, yeah)
You call yourself a singer? (Yup)
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool)
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger?)
all in the family (yeah, yeah)
You call yourself a singer? (Yup)
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool)
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger?)
see)... what will be?
A hate... that goes by the name of concern
Feel touched... stand and just watch the thing die
So mercy is money, I saw it on t.v. ...
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