Lyrics:
Rolling through the city in the work van
Dirty hands waving goodbye for now
If only I could quickly park this work van
But my baby's waiting
the middle of the summer no ceiling fan
And Enoch Dad took his blue mini van
So we back to riding bikes to circle K
Had to roll up
So I cop a 3 for $2 dutch
I
cancer and die
People get hit by trucks and die
People just living their lives
Get erased for no reason
With the rest of us watching from the side
through my hands
I'm out in the sun with my new pair of old skool bolt vans
Life is an open road
Papi doesn't like winters where it's cold
And when you get
leads a different toll
I say my prayers to the holy lord
Hoping that he's hearing and he ain't getting bored
Of the same ol hopes that I keep wishing for
your faith in this song
Have all your relationships failed?
Do you ever feel like
You could be a two by four and
Still never get nailed?
Well I promise
to die, I probably won't make it to Heaven
No singing no sad songs or kind words by the Reverend
No one sheddin' tears with happy thoughts to think
in a van goh gallery
For The insufferable weight of the bitterness
I'll modify reality
But somehow, that anthem gets you all aroused
THAT song is
again, yeah
Destination: Nowhere Near
I sit in my room and play
a punk rock song on my folk guitar
Remember when the van broke down
and our shit
were decoy
Falling to the depths of hell where all my dreams are a void
You make the same song they jumping for joy
I don't care if you got salt numbers
to mischief
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp
called the teargas van
White knight write our wrongs, lyrics for the protest song
Number one top of the charts, rock 'n' roll bleeding hearts
They
called the teargas van
White knight write our wrongs, lyrics for the protest song
Number one top of the charts, rock 'n' roll bleeding hearts
They
niggas
Cause they always gettin over
I'll b by myself
Before I be around some vultures
Rap game brazy
Cause I do this for the culture
I ain't close
lightning strike in the Sawtooths
Huddling in a lonely cave
Holding a piece of charcoal for drawing
The lord of song has visited me
Selfishly I hoard that
was taking a nap no way I'm letting it
Cause I couldn't get the crowd to sleep with a pound of sedatives
I may be broke but I don't fight for a meal
I
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SHE GOT STYLE SHE GOT CUTE
NHẠC CỦA LŨ TRAPPER RỞM ANH KHÔNG THỂ FEEL
DÒNG MÁU NÓNG VẪN CHẢY TRONG ĐỘNG
looked at the sea
And all the fish in the sea that came by
He gave them a name
And when a fisherman called the man John in a song
All the fish in the sea
they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
the drawer
You might think it’s weird that I’m not cutting them off like Picasso's ear, van Gogh, Whoever, but god damn I’m too clever for that shit
Fucking
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly for
a huge fan I play your songs and sing them in the van
It's just that I ain't really got a man and I found your heart right along with my plan
Won't you
All I know is right now
And you've been playing my song
All night
Give me my flowers today
If you care say my name
If you love me I want to know
Because
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