Lyrics:
the moonlight
You know? So sassy that can sway you and really make you feel fucking great
So what's a little imperfection to the man who made it
Might be
singer she wants to be the only one to hold the mic she wants to be the final (hannahanna)
Nah this kind girl wey dey make bad man go high
Nah this kind
still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by (Man how does it feel? you grew up here)
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you try? (How
I am a simple goat
I live on the back of a pick-up truck
The Old Man tied me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't give a fuck
He's
There is a place in the sun and the sand
There is a place by the sea
Where no one can find you, woman or man
This is a place to be free, feel free
Brains misinterpret it whatever way
They want it to, man
Offstage filming of BUFFALO
I should be that white face
Character I was in Tamale
Because it's
written by your favorite singer
The type of song that you turn into an ring tone
I get this feeling every time I think of you
And I know,you're the perfect
My Daddy was workin' nine to five
When my Momma was havin' me
By the time I was half alive
They knew what I was gonna be
But I left school
was like 14, 15, I think 16 years old
How the years just go by
I'm still doing it
It went something like this
That's it, my man
I just crash ya
Man
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
breaking down the drums
The took the singer's keys, man, he was really drunk
They're turning on the lights, we can't stay here no more
Yeah, I can take
the one piece
Look at my wrist
You all be dead by half past two on my time piece
Get chefed in the night Ting
No Bruce Wayne but mans get Robin
Mans down
I'm not a rapper, I'm a singer with a flow
I've got a habit of spitting
Quicker lyrics you know
You found me ripping the writtens
Out
I may not be the best of singers
There's better guys I've heard
But I know how to love, I know how to
Love you well
You got your faults
And I
divas, up in my cocina
Grab up pan, switch hands, don't just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The con man has
apart though
I aint never chase a nigga
See I only hase a check
Betta give me my respect
I'm ya favorite rappers favorite singer
Favorite singer's
true calling from God
Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona
Surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers
The ones that you find in
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
but you do you
I'm troubled by the ways of the rats and the race
I'm a modern man and I don't know what to chase
Radio up. Throttle down. Dive into
oh well what ever helps you sleep at night
Spare me them couple heart beats I'm the lead singer like Dave and she notice me I might link her tonight
If
to be right on time
I aint got no Woman and I got no Friend
But I´m the Singer in a Rock n Roll Band
I aint got no Tattoo on my Leg
I don't want no
happiness when my Black Soul Sing, when my Black Soul Sing
Yeah, when my Black Soul Sing
I say that
Cause a singer probably express it better than any rapper
you're an
(c. chorus)
Evil man
You sure know how to make a stand
You're an
Evil - evil man
You let the devil take you by the hand
You burn everything you
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