I don't want to face the day the day, today Long nights leave me stranded Black visions, danger signs No love- I need protection Feels like I'm on
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to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilings The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, English ambassadors Henesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of this Weed call, great
cowboy Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate
Asa bay did build A house of the cross Every hour of daylight they did sweat Limbs ached because faith does cost And on the day two hundred There it stood white
of the cross Every hour of daylight they did sweat Limbs ached because faith does cost And on the day two hundred There it stood white to the sky The
Because the Africanism is in EFFECT So check it out, MAN! And try not to bite the lyrics POI! So come in now with the chorus of the day Because we don
demand our right to be free ?cause I have a dream. I have dream. A dream that one day Black boys and black girls will join hands White boys and girls
and face the wind smoking a spliff Peace like the time you wake up and you can lie there And feel well-balanced irrespective of the nightmare Today's another day
A truck parked this morning- outside the groc'ry store Friends face the future- they're wearin' summer clothes Great cosmic forces- like fallin' dominoes
an 8-0-8, that sex good, he know it's great. (greeat!) I work them hips, I work that face, throw it back and he daddy stroke, Put whip cream on that kitty
Surreal ride it like an 8-0-8, that sex good, he know it's great. (greeat!) I work them hips, I work that face, throw it back and he daddy stroke, Put
how my day's spent? Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan Iceberg History, calligraphy Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day
mi water rate Becaw great is great, yuh cyaan underate (Follow me!) Yuh pretty face an bad character Dem the kinda livin can Hold Chaka (Follow me!) Yuh pretty face
Anyways, you gotta act hard to make it in this music biz And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids Cause he ain't in the streets
Texas hating the Dixie Chicks [Chorus] [Verse 2:] There ain't enough math invented to count ways I ain't feeling you But I show you love every day by
I rise like a zombie from the dirt I kill again Feeling no better than what I am here to avenge As we stand face to face you see death in my eyes I won