Forever Hustlin'
Ray Luv lyrics
Ray Luv lyrics
"Money Aint Enough Lyrics"
Fascist Architecture (2:37) Lyrics
fascist architecture of my own design too long been keeping my love confined you tore me out of myself alive those fingers drawing out blood like sweat while the magnificent facades crumble an
fascist architecture of my own design too long been keeping my love confined you tore me out of myself alive those fingers drawing out blood like sweat while the magnificent facades crumble an
Lately I been feelin like Joe, all alone
X-ed out and I can't go home - ain't no home
Almost everyone I love dead and gone
So I puff till my head is blown
I remember bein 19, juice to have ends
Used to have friends, the loot I had went
And you know when the money spent where the homies went
The phoney split and left me in the wilderness
Life a test, made a wish by the burning bush
Purge my soul, all I need's a
Deadly Lyrics
Knights of terror and insanity Ruling peoples destiny Forced by crippeled history Don't let it come back again Fear me - your death Alive - you see My killing - you Is here
little pushKnights of terror and insanity Ruling peoples destiny Forced by crippeled history Don't let it come back again Fear me - your death Alive - you see My killing - you Is here
Schemers plot, never seem to stop
But he told me: Watch, soon you'll see them rot
I got a knot in my stomach and it's eatin me up
Flashbacks of my bigger brother beatin me up
Up stressin, I ain't sleepin enough
Enough already 'fore I crack the hell up
And load the Mac the hell up
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I got it bad, oh where can I go
I'm in the gutter, gonna do it like Joe
Shit got me clutchin my chr
Det Vakreste Som Fins Lyrics
Jeg har ofte gtt og tenkt p hva det var jeg gjorde galt tenkt p alt jeg ikke fikk fortalt Det er s mye jeg ville gi deg det er s mye jeg skulle ha gjort Men tida gikk s alt for fort Du er det
omeJeg har ofte gtt og tenkt p hva det var jeg gjorde galt tenkt p alt jeg ikke fikk fortalt Det er s mye jeg ville gi deg det er s mye jeg skulle ha gjort Men tida gikk s alt for fort Du er det
I'm high as fuck losin touch with my soul
Cause I don't never wanna go back to broke
Like I be lustin for dough
They say it's wrong but what else can we do
That's all that shit is, to hustle for loot
No matter what you must do
But even if it's still real rough
That's all I see when I puff
Sometime the money ain't enough
New day, a touch of the sunshine
But I wake up with a mug, no love for the one
Matto Lyrics
Author: Fossati_Ivano Title: Matto MATTO FOSSATI Am Dm Matto, e' qui in citta' che sporche cose fa G
-timeAuthor: Fossati_Ivano Title: Matto MATTO FOSSATI Am Dm Matto, e' qui in citta' che sporche cose fa G
It's blaze a blunt time, help me deal with the pain
Time to put it down for my hustle, get real with the game
Cause money make the world revolve, a damn shame
And the Generation X is the next to blame
But who the ones makin the guns and bringin the caine?
Can you feel me what I'm addressin when singin the pain
Daddy prayin for me believin one day I'ma change
But the devil steal my mind and he drive me insane-acap