Lyrics:
at times
It can be misplaced or run dry
But somehow, love itself, the divine circumstance that ties us all together, never dies
In my heart, your spirit
Haha
Driving, smoking feeling alive but broke and
Was kind of hoping you're kind enough to come by and open
Arms
Let a player play it's divine it's
know I come from the slums,
She know I like to go dumb
She wanna give me a son
But baby you met me tonight
She look at my wrist
She ask me a price
I
your boo
Yo son you about to lose
Do what you want that's cool with Me
(Woo woo)
Roc new clothes new jewelry
(Woo woo)
Stomp on them holes
Those
the barstool
Stumble home and stare at your picture
When they ask you "So what does your son do?"
Say he mastered cool and works as a drifter
[Chorus x2: All
on the Tonight Show
Ordering my steps,they impressed, got the Maestro though
Man I just move how He want me to move
Walk with the Son like I'm Mike on the moon
We
[Esham]
I was an unplanned pregnant, brought forth by a mistake
Go on into a world, filled up wit lust a hate
Little do I know about life, but I'm
ticket
Yeah, tonight he's bound for the Opry
By the backstage door, he'll wait in the darkness
Like he did so long, in Coldwater Tennessee
The crowd
I wanna see you tonight
What's the point?
All we do is fight
I've loved you
So long
I don't know who I'd be without
My head hurts
I wish I'd
tonight
But I know I'm not alone
I feel You just as close a thousand miles from home
I can see Your love, I can see Your love all around
Everywhere I
So I went to the store and bought me some gas
Poured it into my old man's flask
Called all my friends to join along
And now
I wanna throw a bomb
[Reverend]]
My sons, absolutes, and friends
I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord
(continues preaching)
Arch Rivals
We got
mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties
A history that's really not your own
Is freedom just a privelege of hatred guaranteed
is compassion just
Next pair, get a different stitch
Next pair, get a different stitch (Beats By Weez)
Mmm, mmm
Similar joint, different clip
Similar look, different
of town
To a station by a Blueridge mine
Tonight that son-of-a-bitch is gonna light his cigar
With the help of hellfire
Well, there's Lightning
of laughter moms, no pops playin wit her son
I pass by a girl wake, they say she died at seven
Hit by a stray, but I pray their's a hood in heaven
Fake
sheets soaked/
Fuck a c-note, this here's free show/
Cause tonight, we're all millionaires, like the ATM machines broke!
Chorus:
Lets get set
tonight?"
"Some people really are awful", he said "This you can't deny"
"Some people are as useless as lids on a fish's eyes"
No pistols, no blades,
tonight
Lookin' at the table, all I see is weed and white
Baby, you livin' the life, but nigga, you ain't living right
Cocaine and drinking wit' your
Wronge
But I'm trying to live it right
Could be here in the morning
Then you gone by tonight
Overnight celebrity
I'm dreaming every night
And everything
I'll be watching over you
I can see you tonight
In the pale winter light
Father and son again
The bond of blood will never end
WHAT DO YOU THINK
DOWNTOWN IS BURNING TONIGHT
MAKES YOU THINK
WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG
WE’RE ON THE BRINK
HOW MANY SONS MUST GONE DOWN
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life and though he loved his son
When asked if he loved his life he took on the road and run
The present is hidden, beyond the frontiers to climb
gotta do is have a little faith
Been selling all my shit, thinking I ain't materialistic
Mom says keep on dreaming son, you sound idealistic
But I'd
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