Lyrics:
the lives that they have stolen
We can't never, never let this happen again
Tired of sittin' in the background
Gotta be a man think about it
Something
and got some bigger hammers
Ready for that steady beefing
Know that karma in this life is real but I'm not agree
I'm just passionate about it why I'm
not in a rush
I saw her blush
Ohh that's your girl?
She said I'm her crush
I'm sorry about it
I had to just bust...
And I walk on a beat like I'm Johnny man
You would think I'm a fish how I float on them
Jomo Sono the way that I flair on them
Got a morgue in the cut for
Ok now I'm going in good luck stopping me
You an asshole I ain't talking bout no colonoscopy
That's what I think when you disrespect the grind
like bandage
I know they can’t stand it
I Think that I’ll manage
The flow is bananas
It Cold as Atlantic
Her body is art
I’m painting the canvas
they
Bangin’ on appliances. Damn. I think the routers out
I need a signal. Gimme that password
Keep the spiel kid, thanks, didn’t ask for it
At a bar
made don't trip, like chairs you fold
Big body sumo, straight out Atlantic, flow cold
If you do not rep out your shit, what is you doin
Surrounded by
children everywhere!
At the first stroke, it will be
Ringo Starr thank you! "Good evening"
"Hello me dear i didn't know you were coming"
"I'm not
that I did wrong
And please God forgive me been struggling for so long
Take it back to when I Ain't care about anybody
Not even myself was helpless not
of mine and I said, you won't believe this. I found out that my grandfather was in the clan and he said, Oh my God, my grandfather was lynched by the Klan.
and pray each day I live
A little more love I'll have to give
A little more love that's devoted and true
Cause all I do is think about you
All I do
Oh
on Atlantic
With my riders by my side
A Oh yeah
We see em peeking out corner of my eye
A Say what
Like ain’t that KAYJAY hurry up let’s ask him why
Like why
point like TV
See we...Think About...what we know
And transfer...that energy to every show
So, if there ever come a time...when Ashe run out of lines
wish that joint was my worst album
Not a 'not bad' one, but a good album
It ain't like I put together 'Atlantic' and 'Atlantic'
No such fucking
When somebody says country
You probably think Levi's, think about red wings
Think about George Strait
Under them neons, no, they wouldn't be wrong
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
hey...hey Leroy...Leroy yeah did you hear about that boy Mike Tyson?
Mike...Mike Tyson he's the boy that played football from Montreal ain't he?
no
And my pockets steady I might buy a home in Redlands
And he think he made a steel fill em up with lead then
I ran away from that cougar I’m
leagues fighting against the vacant greed
Then express that by letting lyrics flow like major bleeds
My thoughts they recede in Napa for a day reprieve
Yea
we do
Here's a kiss, I hope that this brings lots of luck to you
Makes no difference how I carry on
Just remember
Please don't talk about me when
he made a hundred grand
Give that money to a writer, it sounds like you need it bad
Sun stay rising right over the blue Atlantic
In a panic, they
you're not original"
"Ya think you know what I'm meaning"
It seems that you gotta come cheap to compete
That's why when I chose to go deep you go
of the bed I might bust yo head today
Think about my dead ones literally everyday
I'm too high my mind keep fading away
Slide out on sundays call it sledding
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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