armour plated farmer I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues Dense, spreads like new names at the writers
lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life our passion'd flower Cling
I try an' memorize the many faces that you make Believing in my heart That I will get to spend my days Loving you and all And all the simple things that you do You cling
bad Ya know the movement seems to soothe me And the tempo takes control And I lose my blues When the New York City rhythm fills my soul It's the New York
boy He still lives with his family Even the war and the navy couldn't bring him to maturity He keeps referring back to school days And clinging to his
or cling on the stuff Bring it on star, watch By the end of the hours of the clock I'll end your days, you'll think I'm crazed When I'll give you the
brand new timbs, so emcees sing new hymns You betta repent, come correct, represent Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back I got you open, and now you cling
battle's not a battle if it's snake doesn't rattle 'Cuz my style's as old as a reptile As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new child So come follow
change a thing about it; No, I wouldn't want to change a thing. In a world that's unreliable, These are rocks on which to cling. Nothing's great and nothing's new
A lot of er... sharks out there Turn up to take a bite of something What's hot A lot of comedians out there Try to change up Every time something new
, his mouth merely twists The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he's called Mr. D. And one of these days he's gonna set
, his mouth merely twists The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he's called Mr. D And one of these days he's gonna set
lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life Our passion'd flower Cling
's unseen you don't want him to flee the scene you need him to intervene in your life therefore, come cling to the King and cling to those things that
alright) Would ya hate me? (Watch this yo) I know ya love me (Alright) I know ya hate me (Uh Clue) Would ya love me? (Brand new Duro) Would ya hate me
Real talking] Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin' What's hot Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up Anytime somethin' new
to murky acreage Johnny Carter infected commands all for some basic nit Advanced style's slit deep into the custom mods New York state of emergency Pamela's probably facin off Cling