Lunatics on pogo sticks Another southern fried freak on a crucifix Hicks don't mix with politics People on the street just kickin' to the licks Yes my favorite
nights like these The silence keeps me from sleep The lonely moon looks down on me The clouds like cost haunt the sky I thought I heard a trumpet sound
The sound of trumpets echoes throughout the world Advocates lean before the demon's son Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape Succeeding
A thousand times a day I tell you I love the way you sing Even though it makes me cry, it?s my favorite time to be alive And all I know is I feel lost
I dont know if you know Okay here we go Time to make it really hot Pump it give me all you got We pump you pump Dump trucks blow the trumpet Puppy doggies
face Drive you to the cemetary, make you sit in the grave I'll bury you, not just my alias name, but the truth Smashin all your favorite rappers, whether
spits your eclipse, engulfed darkness The dragon is bound in a bottom less pit Now fear the doom of death, from the tune of Ruffiah's trumpet The return
Turn You On All Night Like My Rode Radio I Can Be Your Violin I Just Want To Stroke Ya Stroke Ya You Tell Me Im Your Trumpet Just Lay Back And Let Me
[Verse 1: Baby Blue] Yeah Whoaa I love comin home, you blowin on me like a saxophone, I'm blowin on you like a trombone You my favorite song when I
He worked with daddy, He helped the family and loved ones, He played in sand with his cousins, He prayed with granny and mother No temper tantrums in public, grew in stature and muscle and favor
gonna be with God Any path you'll ever walk, all roads lead to God Now the Devil may come, the Devil may go, the Devil may always stay (stay) My favorite
a wonderful savior To be born in a manger So that I can share His favor And my heart be made anew [Chorus IV] Listen to the trumpets Shouting through
beans Lunatics on pogo sticks Another southern fried freak on a crucifix Hicks don't mix with politics People on the street just kickin' to the licks Yes my favorite
m Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouette Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the zone Fortune favors the
Drive you to the cemetary, make you sit in the grave I'll bury you, not just my alias name, but the truth Smashin all your favorite rappers, whether