back from you. Your distance will never end. To look at you makes me feel this way. My memories will die 'cause you're no longer within me. Love is my death
my kisses back from you. Your distance will never end. To look at you makes me feel this way. My memories will die 'cause you're no longer within me. Love is my
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [
in my waist, starin' at my reflection In the mirror, sittin' still in the chair like my conception When everything around me got cloudy The chair became a king's throne, my destiny
will manifest I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest Father if possible, pass this cup before me, But it's too late I chose my destiny
thou shall love thy neighbor even if he acts like you? Do I believe in Heaven or Hell? Shoot, hell, yeah, I do 'cause we alive today And my crew is
! (Oh, my love! when I'll be yours and you'll be my bride, my soul will be fearless, my arm will be stronger; but if it is my destiny that I should be
In Christ alone, my hope is found? He is my light, my strength, my song? This cornerstone, this solid ground? Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
and now this soul is full of darkness Is this destiny was it meant to be All my dreams are reality This is all I know so this is life So don't get cold
I die For all eternity, you and I My heart's filled with such emotion You're the reason for the air I breathe I pledge to you all my devotion Until death
him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em Depends on the state if death is my fate, then cool I'm dyin' If that's my destiny it's meant to be Just
the governments To the vengeance of the sea Well, everything is eclipsed By the shape of destiny So love me now, hell is coming Yeah, kiss my mouth, hell is
won't surrender Your heart is ours, your blood is ours The brand will grant you no escape Angels or demons? Apostles of death [CHORUS1] Bloody trails veil my
born, They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs, (But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,) (Like the love I give my babies when
the best in the world until the night I burn. I fought for my turn, you can check my gloves, We both have inkpads covered with blood and scabs, I love
mothafuckin' gangster party Now give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny Release me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is
inside or is the crystal ball inside of me Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright Lookin' my crystal ball, it's
