Lyrics:
That's what you do to me
That's what you
Then one by one I went down the line
Just repeating it
'Cause it makes me smile
That's what you do to me
That's
Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a lady
I have a song to sing, O
(What is
okay, yeah
Okay, I'm lying, living day by day
Just don't waste my time, is you here to stay?
Don't pay attention to the shit you hear 'em say, man
only son, a begotten one
Know the difference, and let God influence
Seems so made up, what can I say? I live a made up life by HIM
Married with children,
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
not a cover band
We're here to make an album of original songs"
He said, "Yeah, I guess that was wrong"
I said, "Yeah man, everything is sort
get it for free
A sample of what was the cure
A pair of strange glasses that bring back green grasses
But make you ashamed and impure
During day number
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
at the end it will be
Qu33zy with all of his fans and his squad we raised in the north but I'm bringing the E
That energy that I make with all my songs I bring
Song : Last Song
By: E. (Br0nz) Hobbs
Psykobis out the mist. Bronzito. Check the Mic
But he would never take it out his archives
He wrote two songs per day
And was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did
now
That Henry rifle by his bedroll
But he knows he won't get much sleep though
He sees a comanchero smoke in the distance
One damn rifle won't make
Sometimes I don't know what to Write about but sometimes I do
Thinking about the music industry And how its kind of new
And sometimes I just make
boy
Just knowing I don't need the autotune to make a good song
I'm really gifted, aye that's Zachary, man what can I say
A man of many talents, can go
And we're standing here as one I know
We come together
To lift His praises tonight
And when we do
You know we're doing right
Don't make no difference
making him a modern day Castrato,
If such a rumor were true,
Michael Jackson more than likely would have some of his semen preserved
before the surgery
long gone
Bruh, I'm up outta here UUGH
When He cracks the sky UUGH
Yo I'm up outta here
I make no apologies
I said what I said what I said
And I won't
know why, man, it's just what they do
Hey girl from the sidewalk I wrote this one for you
If you hear it, know it's my song if you remember like I do
was all in the song when we was finding the key
But singing along wouldn't show what entitlement means
Do you believe In you being told how to be
the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
To all my friends on each bay
To all my fans on week days
Rihanna, put up Pon De Replay
Zendaya wanna put this song on Replay
Iyaz, his iPod's stuck
everywhere I go they keep playin' my song
Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs, what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
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