night Well, you knew they were there Will the light of the day Was as bright as it seemed And you knew in your heart You were livin' the rest of
gotta pick up speed Just to get what I need The end of the line guaranteed Your love is my rest Your love is my rest Your love is my rest
become my destination waitin' on the voice of God for where to go and I'll put my hope in you I'll say to no man (Chorus) Rest easy easy I say I say
your side Lay your troubles on my shoulders Put your worries in my pocket Rest your love on me awhile Lay your troubles on my shoulders Put your worries in my pocket Rest
There's such a high wind blowin' It's snowing in my bed Oh baby, you started flowers growing Where nothing grew instead I need some things to hide the
Ohh, ohh, ohh Don't let it fool you brother Beware of what you see You've been consumed By all your visions of luxuries Betrayed your friends and brother
account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John
in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah) Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest
You was your Momma's little angel, Daddy's little girl They used to fix your hair up in pretty ribbons and curls Your sex drive was much deeper than the rest
Drake] Are You Listening? Is Anybody Listening? Walk Into The Room And You Can Smell The Clive Christian Scent A Lot Of Niggas Threatened My Postion And Thrillen Bars You Think Im Writing With John
we with the matchin' new wear fitted White boys say my style is bitchin' Keepin' coke in the kitchen Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest
these days I hardly walk out the door ?cause you blow everything Out of proportion I?m not surprised we don?t talk any more ?cause you just played with my mind But it?s all good. [-John
sight Last straw I lost my job, next straw your life Knock on, knockin' lost John The great depression was going strong Hard times comin' on Long gone, knockin' lost John
was flowing amazing and blowing my way On a cold December evening I was walking through the Christmas tide When a stranger came up and asked me If I'd heard John
that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe Balling on you bitches like I'm Rondo [Chorus] 24's, John Doe All gold, John Doe Them boys dealing blow, they John
thing go pop you see him standing on the furniture doing his thing tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James nigga pop a bottle, make that thing go blow
better just to let her cling When you met her she was better than Coretta King Y'all lived together, she was gonna get a wedding ring She chose me and blows