Lyrics:
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
I double cups
But I smoke green in my double R (in my double R)
You see my roof thank your lucky stars (bitch, thank your lucky stars)
This year I
Red laces big booted like I’m Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by
My cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down
Blackout
've run the table with those aces in your hand.
HANDS, HANDS, HANDS........
Thank your lucky stars shinin' down from above to guide you.
Even odds can make
, forever… even after the physical's departed... a special""thank you""… for your many priceless gifts... you've given me more than reasons to live… more like
shit, some of your shit
Feel like I'm seasick by the ocean wave
Oh shit, wait
Who the fuck are you supposed to be?
How you even get close to me?
Remember,
to freak
Steady me, steady me, it's gettin' kinda deep
But then You crept in, stepped in with a ray of light
One glimpse from the fence and I fell to Your
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
thank you so much
Thank you
From the bottom of my heart
Anna
Uh
Yeah
Okay let's think of something
Watch
Oh let's just do it
Okay
I don't know
found his “Sophia”
And learned all the secrets
Of the holy Grail
I admire your strength
To kill all the sins
I thank the Light
For being with you tonight
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
make the moon?
How you speak the stars?
Oh my God, when they see my flaws
They gon' call me fraud
I was lost, blinded by applause
Now I know my
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks
You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you
I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue
You shouldn't give weapons
head and thank him for your wealth
Created in his image to create a better image of yourself
Why would Jesus die for our sins, If we never sinned?
You
the greatest, you just the latest,
I'm loved by your grand mama, and your baby
[Chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack in the box,
You can't
Maintain, when I'm with my niggas
In where I'm from
Drive-bys in the broad day
Get your house sprayed
When the your rent's paid (Everywhere I go)
Still see
(money)
So shawty to be honest
You should feel lucky (feel lucky)
Your last nigga was a simp (simp)
Yea a straight dummy (yea)
See how I’m living?
All you
some rainy days
But, now we're catchin rays
And, I wanna bring you the sunshine
Cos, you deserve the sunshine
Margot, it's T-Bone your son
You're my mum,
dream
I was livin` on
And I thank my lucky stars each night
When you`re in my arms
And your holding me tight
I realize what it means
To have your
unconditionally
through thick and thin
You'll always stand by me (fo sho)
Daddy I love you with all my heart
You're my souljah
My hero
My shining star
Thank you
Where do i start
Plucking my strings
This a verse from the heart
Life is your movie you runnin it up
And im glad i can say that im playing My part
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