Lyrics:
nobody cause niggas are spiteful
Even Jesus got snitched on by his disciple
So I sleep with the Rifle in case you wanted rumble
I'm in this bih like Rambo
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
the candles lit!
You damaging society to spend ends on gambling,
So I’m handling bullshit but still I’m managing!
Now Rambo’s ammo spit prophecy to evangelist,
Paralyzed by the beauty of those words
That so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust
Suddenly I fear the end of my solitude
Once
me a bouncer, handgun and an ounce
Young nigga with a shotgun, and a handgun, and a rifle
Get pitched in, I'm a lifer – put my hand on the Bible
You
a brothel a home
Let me tell you about a hell of a man
Goes by the name of baby hand Dan
Pulling on my heart and he won't let go
He takes the whole team in
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand
In the park
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand
In
Maker of day and night that gives me quiet rest
Shaper of clay, my life is in Your hands
Greet my heart with joy
Teach me though it's painful
eyes
All I see is blinding light
I want you to live your life
How it was designed
So will you take My hand, as we walk in the sand
Oh will you dance with
To the dreamland
From her right hand
Feel her heartbeat
Better run
Feathered fun
Burning from the love seat
Go dumb
Gotta ton
Loving when she rubs me
In a bun
Yet
baring doughy hands
They stay describing some twisty
Experience with a folding tongue reflexing
To interfere with none that can
Be changed by
potion
An unseen hand has taken me hostage
The life I once held fades to grey
Let me sleep the night away
My suffering can't last forever
I've broken
my side
It's seams
Sewn and threaded well
By hands unseen
I wish that I could show you how
The sun is setting so you reach for your phone
You need
of chaos
Failed schemes and broken dreams
That were forced down by the unseen hand
What's left is the bitter admission of fate
Take me
Link me to the sun
Irish
That isn't your fault
Raise up our voices like dogs in a pack
Thankful for honest man, we never lack
We got them by twenties, we got them by ones
and there's more left unseen
There's not much I can do to repay all you've done
So I give my hands to use
This is my desire
This is my return
This is my desire
I jus want the world in my hands
Niggas get it in get it in
We don't really know how it ends
Murder rate goin up 10
For me and my friends
Imma make
town, we be racin' on a weekday
I'm windin' up the gun, submachine, ay! (Pow!)
Like Rambo don't push, pull the trig, ay!
Grip the wheel like I'm pullin'
pockets and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
tryin to look
I learned one thing so far, the answer's not in a book
Many paths to choose from written by the hands of man
But they were all still alive,
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
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