roll Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say It is well It is well with my soul It is well With my soul It is well It is well with my soul My sin
Begging me each day to stop and give in Like an ocean of water, cold, black and dim I am the ink and the ink is running thin It's running thin, it's
it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew Wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew Wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew
Well you know who it is you ain't even got to ask it I am not the best I am the next level past it [x3] Haters see me passing like damn that bastard (
Well you upset me baby Yes you upset me baby Well like being hit by a falling tree Woman, woman what you do to me Well I've tried to describe her It
do it more like T.I. Whatever You Like, it's whatever tonight I might get a pipe unless you pedaling bikes I mean cycling I was liking it Hit me up in
On pen and paper, and right now, they fin to let You know how it is, it's a chance, God bless us Allah, you number one [Wood] Well it's my return, and
it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions of me, Thug living getting me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they
that's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with
Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die
can see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? And
catch me lookin' to Ann Landers or Moses or the law or even Buddha if there's one thing I know it's always be true to myself and learn from experience educated by
Now it's hard to get in the door (Angel) It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs But I guess it's something to go on So where is the hope and
U.T.P. Everythin' is alright [Young Buck] For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it,
retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo) You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys Cop it straight
: 2:57 Brian Wilson - Mike Love Lead Vocal: Mike Love (Dennis) This is pretty good!... it's pretty good to rock (you?) again (Alan) Come on! Well
bring Cause joy is something they don't bring me My girlfriend is by my side From the roof are hanging sickles of ice Their whiny voices get irritating It