Lyrics:
the ocean
Seems like a million miles away
He says our worlds are very different
And yeah, that's true, but I gotta say
He's got his own kind of football
to dig up in my pockets
It'll be a catastrophic little situation
And I'll be leaving him laying dead
And gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus
my wrist out the window
I'm showin' off
When you get the bag, you supposed to ball
A real boss make his own protocol
The Glock always close to my balls
também passa sozinha that also passes by on its own
Ah, se ela soubesse ah, if she only knew
Que quando ela passa that when she passes
O mundo
looking at his face
She sees the trouble in his eyes
So then she lets him go along
Because the value's understood
Okay, so now they going off on their own
You say you know the story of the giant that was killed by the little boy
But do you know exactly when and why Goliath fell
In his hand he held
Johnny waved
He was on his way home
He waved goodbye to his comrades in arms
And all the twisted things he had seen
He waved goodbye
And the blades
quick to exit
Storms that arise make our faith grow stronger
Lift the Lord on high cuz in His Name there is power
I’m reminded that by the patience of Job
in this house
You are welcome to.’
‘Your bed, your bed, King Henry
O I’ll sleep in your bed.’
He’s taken them to his own chamber
And his cloak over
sitting there
all on his own
Looking at the world
over the rim of his tea-cup
each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell
turned to his own way
But the Lord on Him has laid
All our sin
And yet it was Your will to crush Him
And yet, it was the will of God
Surely, surely
He has
(and what?)
And a perm like Reverand Sharp' (Sharp')
Now tell me if I'm wrong (wrong)
if I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business
to cringe and stutter
Cause he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more
my feature price
'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright
And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house
my feature price
'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright
And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house
I find they're 'bout the same everywhere
Each with his own little thing
That he uses while he's tryin' to swing
Maybe the look ain't the same
But
Different strokes for folks to each is own
Changing what? Stick to that code
Just like pain a beauty from that rose
Outfit cost a grip don't know the price
in Genesis
He scammed well, man fell, damned to hell
The whole human race - he represented it
Fooled by the serpent, man through his work
Woman through
on his own individual potential
I will do the same
You ask me if God is dead
This is a question each individual
Must answer within himself
But a warm
yeah each day we're getting old
So live it all
Well we all will die, but our memories live on
We will have to fight in our own wars
I hope our lessons
All these leaches
All these beaches
All these demons
All these preachers
All that freaks
All that reaching
I don’t need it
But to each his own
Verse 2:
horns comin' outta his head
And a basket on his back was full of little kids
Trapped inside by a wicker lid
I said what the hell man, let those kids go
flowers on it
His momma standing by and denying
The fact he gone
Gonna got his head flown, ended up dead wrong
Quick draw my, get shit popping off
See rag
a hefty raise and the weekend off
With the house to himself and some time to kill, he got right to work manifesting his will
By recruiting a faction
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