Lyrics:
savior is
Building up, building down
As tears roll by
Gotta keep my spirit out of trouble
Keep myself out of trouble
But the hands of need are
I'm just a poor man working day by day
Lost in the struggle, there's a mountain in my way
So strap your boots on get ready for that first step
holler at him maybe he can shoot me some change
Plus I'm a loyal nigger man, I learn quick bro I ain't stupid
All you gotta do is show me one time and I
I too fresh and i fine pass breezy
I dey rap i go act like Falz
Na to hustle make i blow pass wizzy
Make i just dey pass trouble like gas
I dey dance
fairweather friends will run out too
You're a very lucky man, Lord
If there is just one who'll stand by you
Blue, Lord, I'm blue
The blues raining down
Yo Jazzy what's happening man
Yo Ice Cream Tee is that Jazzy
Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Yeah they made that rap tune
"Girls Ain't Nothing but Trouble
who your fuckin with
Call your moms a bitch
And hit her in the face with a brick
I did twenty mushrooms in my range rover
And ill probably gun o.d by
Judge Judy all up on me and I grip that saggy titty
I don't keep it 100 but I sure do keep a .50
That is why the named me king of the cooch committee
I
is too super
I'm sayin, you can't beat my drip, I'm just cooler
Ya shorty fuck with me, she want a producer
Can't fool me, shoutout to Fooly
She want
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
So all I know is that these waters here don saved me
All them troubles I overcame this here don made me yea
Oh I'm the goat
I'm the goat
I'm the goat
want to be a Mrs by the time I'm 28
Brother John said the lord said his wife is me
But that vision is for only his eyes to see
I want a man that is
love
She gets what she wants by exploiting male lust
She's 6 feet of trouble in her high heels
6 Feet of long, tall curves
She's 6 feet of trouble
feels like, but this what it is
We're not those we grew up in in the places we live
Ain't got nothing for us, no trouble, yet we take what we get
Trying
bank account
But I got love so I
Hand it out (yeah I got your back!)
If you got trouble
Then we smack 'em out
Cause
The brothers is what man's about
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
to the land of gray where troubles never cease
And Man's awakening is accompanied by grief
So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre
As letters
a lover
Feel it in your liver fight a homeless man is operating on ya
Your mind's fucked smoking trees
Principal said you got your degree from Chat GPT
of our pigment
Where’d he get all them weapons from
But a white man with a million guns ain't a terrorist
Still judged by our heritage
Instead of what our
police a push crime
Man a step pon crime
Dem naw stop fi dem hustling but mine
Don't stop it, yuh won't profit
Di whole graphic is this
Is why dem don't
What have I gone and done
Makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deservin' it none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
and trouble
As the fire rises, blood will boil and bubble
The blue moon eclipse is high
And under it's light the witches are coming
They're going hunting
Coyote
If the rock is me who am I but the rock?
A man can live in a cellar
And still dream of falling (Screams)
Oh God we have forgotten things
We have
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