my dope boy jeans, Yous a local crack feen for da Gucci Mane team, [Verse 2: Black Majik] You went from old school chevy's, To Meech coupe, might as well kneel down
your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down [
your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down
and the flame Now the universe is closed Let the blackening, dissolution start The aether shining, impurified Let's burn out the vile from the dark I kneel down
sense Are you listening? I can hold you down by candlelight With indifference Let the comfort start I love you on your right side It happens Promises broken Reasons let
Last night A dream so real A fire Made our town kneel And drops of water falling down Were in the air and on the ground But you won't see me here But
in the Matrix A suicide bomer strapped and ready to blow Lethal injection strapped down ready to go Don't you understand they'll never let me live out
me Heading towards the dark The river runs black Through these forgotten woods I kneel down by the water Wash my stained face I let the stream take
Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, Yes I saw you were blinded
on come on Let it out everyone Let the sunshine down on me Come on come on Let it out everyone Let the sunshine down on me People say the rain has come falling down
sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let
of what the balance held I touched my belly overwhelmed By what I had been chosen to perform But then an angel came one day Told me to kneel down and
see your getting it So figure it out lets go I'm happy you're changing your speed Slow down and lay with me On bottom but always discrete Kneel down
Oh lord let me feel I gotta face it Oh lord let me I kneel I gotta face it My hope's gone lover face it Oh love's gone, let me face it Oh love's gone
the pocket of the jacket is a chamber Lead pellets sleeps in there Wake Up! Now Huck whistles and he kneels and he lays down there See ya huck, good
in idyll. (idyll / anal) Billy Slim reminds me of someone. I'm sick of being Mother Love Bone. (I understand your fear for the love boat) Don't need to kneel
? (Yeah!) [Scoob] Keep it goin! [Kane] Mister Cee.. Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown [Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. that ill