biblical, but not 'cause he believed But found the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly Feverishly sponged up the information high Fade into the cradle of his same deck train
the train No hits? You get the blame Gotta go bitch, suckin no dick you get the same I get dirty in the Benz Galendo wagon Stack ends heavy with friends
My land lady provided me with a patch of leathery flesh to keep my mouth muffled I must repent I scuffle with a couple of heavy belt buckles Whipping '
bullet train to bring me my lead poisoning My lead poisoning Lay my heavy head here down to sleep Now pray to a brass fist my soul to keep Lay my heavy
keeping, oh Lead me on Lead me on The awaited deliverance Comforts the seeking...lead on Waiting for the train Labelled with a golden star Heavy hearted
runs Into your keeping, oh. Lead me on Lead me on The awaited deliverance Comforts the seeking...lead on. Waiting for the train Labelled with a golden star Heavy
Into your keeping, oh. Lead me on Lead me on The awaited deliverance Comforts the seeking...lead on. Waiting for the train Labelled with a golden star Heavy
Cool and sweet and heavy on your tongue And just one bite would satisfy your hunger And hered always be enough for everyone If heaven was a train it
[Verse 1: Ozi Batla] Woke with a heavy head from last night's revelry Trippin' momentarily off what I said, was that me? Now lets see; shit, shower,
I've traveled from town to town Seems like everybody wanna throw me down 'Cause I'm a poor man But I'm a good man, understand I went down to the train
don't chop it off Y'all niggaz talk too much shit, y'all need to knock it off Catch your mom comin off of the train Put an ice-pick in the back of her
city. Ooh, she makes me so complete, heavy in love and light on my feet, I got no work, no sweat, no strain, I got to make it to the midnight train
I'm on the train again Past the point I've been past A thousand times Watching the silver tracks I can't ignore the cracks I find in my mind But
clean, shouts out to Texas man I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor Heavy set exterior, deep into the
dans le moteur, un peu de weed Devaste a la mort de Tupac, Malcolm, Apollo Creed Ma biche, c'est du lourd comme Bernard-Henry Levy, bitch Bien sur je parle anglais, je suis heavy
go one day So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away I dropped you off at the train station
my own conversations With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit. I know you have a heavy