Lyrics:
without no doubt,
As she twist up another split she's straight smokin' me out
[Chorus]
She's smokin' me out, smokin' me out
Smokin' me out, smokin' me
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
Harold Hoppus sat in his velvet reclining chair
Sipping a glass of scotch and reading
The previous evening's edition of the post
It was Sunday
again, what's the point
Live in a place like this, you tend to live like this
But I'm having doubts
Might just be just a phase, but one of these days
I
Live every minute
Din dini dini din
I woke up in the morning, it's a brand new day
What can I say? no longer feeling like life is tough
Feel like I just
people in there
Thank you for everything this one's for you
And I can't live my life without no Omany or an Imboni
Ndabarasa ima shoot you like im catching
the way it oughta turn out
Anyway you look, there ain't no doubt
Life's a bitch
When it's got you by the balls
Life's a bitch
When you feel
could know you live
I could play the victimized so you could get out
I was taught to grind no matter what you know
That I believe in love but I be
live it in the morning, yeah
Do, do
They throwing shots at me I dodge it, yeah
Used to bang out in my basement
Make grandmama happy
Rocking chill
ain't taking no loan
It's Zoeway bitch I ain't here alone
Thinking back it was two in the morning
Had my shit in her mouth she was yarning
She won't
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
Stand by to switch on
We fire out all pistons
We're singing along
But no one is listening
From dusk until dawn
We stay up to carry the flame
cereal bars
The morning coffee
The search for car keys
The suit and noose
The lonely commute
The forced smile
The-must-be-done-by-5-file
The belligerent
on the porch
Corner store, neutral ground
Streetcars, greyhound
Early morning, Sundays
Mawmaw at the church
Where I'm from?
From the home of the jazz
will teach them how to make one million dollars
Wow, and when you hear it you be like wow! I don't believe! So simple!
no skill involved at all I
return i will teach them how to make one million dollars
And when you hear it you be like wow! I don't believe! So simple!
no skilled involved at all I
by the railroad track
Country church Sunday's packed
It's how we do it where we live at
There's a railroad track running through my town
There's miles
had no doubts bout this shit I'm in here and that's for certain
Been a stand out since a youngin aint never been no average person na naa
I still got my
and she'll take all of the blame
she could take the train out of town in the morning
but I bet she'd be back by the spring
Rosie Rosie Rosie
It's going to be
Know Him by J Moss feat.
Karen Clark-Sheard
Chorus
How can people live without Him
How can people pray and doubt Him
How could you hate things
down
Where I'm from
We live by the beat
A church and a bar
On every damn street
At the pub on Saturday
To do all my sinnin’
Then church on Sunday
side
That upsets a roman
IXII must call 911 because the son doesn't live here
And he's got to be up to no good
It's no hood but that robe is dirty
And he
The message comes in morning mail
The envelope is thin and pale
A single page is all it holds
But even so your blood runs cold
There's no
havin' no doubts
On this life that I'm livin', we want it more now
Private planes, on a vacation money to blow out
Hey man, I had some free tickets to go
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