Lyrics:
with the chaser, got my Mind faded, Im jaded
Without the Smith & Wesson, a Word Smith who hasn't , learned His lessons
My only fan is subscribe, all you
Time by Duane Edward Miller
G Em7
Time, reaches out
C#m F#m
And sends them on their way
A6 E
Time has been her pay
G#7 C#m
And time will have to tell
[Ratcliffe]
The gold of Cortes
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far
My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out
Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory
Once upon a time, there was a small frog named Freddie who lived in a lily pad in a pond surrounded by a lush forest. Freddie was a dreamer who loved
front of me
Momma off the dope while she's babysitting me
She doesn't know what her boyfriend's done to me
He OD'd by the time I was five
No, we didn't
interested
Now, many people didn't believe the Prophet Joseph Smith
They thought he'd made up this Part Three that was buried by a tree, on the hill in his
I keep the 9 on my side, I ain’t talking bout weapons
It’s the power of the mind, loaded like a Smith and Weston
Positive Divine, everythings
The thing is, real legends aren't born by achieving a great feat once
After the first time, you are expected to do it again
And again
And again
Said
Bessie was more than a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Well many years has since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
(Uh uh uh), Big stepping
(Uh uh uh), I got my weapon
(Uh uh uh), These opps I’m catching
(Uh uh uh), The Glock 9 wets em
(Uh uh uh), Smith and Wesson
Through the airwaves, through the RCA
Three minutes at a time, it sure feels like
We were raised, we were raised
We were raised by the radio
And it
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad
Now many a year has passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
the time to solve 'em (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
The VVS's dancin' (What?)
I was taught finessin'
Amarie, Smith and Wesson
But we can't solve yo' problems
Want me
softer when I land
When it's my time to return
It'll be by my own hand
Living in a myth
There he goes
He's no time for heroes
The most dishonourable Keith
the king New York yeah that's big shoes to fill
Gained all of the will and smiths no uncle Phil
When it's time for a drill nigga I don't need no pill
Huh you
You’re now listening to…
やめてください
You’re now listening to FM shawneboi
やめて
IT’S BRITNEY BITCH!!!
Oh oh oh
98
Uh uh uh uh
Shawneboi boi-boi
Is it me
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I feel
get rep to it
You get by on record but you wack on stage
So I'm blowing you up throwing hand grenades
[Parrish Smith]
That's why we roll
when time stopped.
Garcia does something that makes me forget about those car speakers forever. Garcia, a genius, grabs me by the arm and he walks me out
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