The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

Takes another drink or two, Things look better when she's through Now change has come over her body, She doesn't see me anymore Whiskey woman don't you know that you are drivin' me insane The liquor you give stems your will to live and gets right to my

Candles in the window Shadows painting the ceiling Gazing at the fire glow Feeling that gingerbread feeling Precious moments, special people Happy faces, I can see Somewhere in my memory Christmas joys all around me Living in my memory

Oh, you can cry on my shoulder All the pain is finally over You can close your eyes Everything's alright Listen to me, close your eyes baby, picture this: Sunset, on the ocean, that's Pacific New whips, new tiffs, now your wrist lit You can get anything

They say "all good boys go to heaven" But bad boys bring heaven to you No need to imagine 'Cause I know it's true It's automatic It's just what they do Love's my religion but he was my faith

Ella me tira por la noche Tirame un Snapchat, babe ¿Dime mami donde estás? Pero me tiene que la voy a buscar yeah Me manda fotos por el celular Y ni si quiera me conoce Me encanta lo que me muestras, babe ¿Donde te puedo encontrar? Tengo algo para darte

Africa unite 'Cause we're moving right out of Babylon How good and how pleasant it would be We are the children of the Rastaman We are the children of the Iyaman So, Africa unite Ziya-po ya-ya, pa-pa-ya-pa! Ti-da-lee, na po-po pu-du-loo! Ste-na-peh na-na

Players only love you when they're playing Like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining Say women, they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know,

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh The magnificent seven Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Blessings, bitches in my section Young with all this money, I’m obsessive, weapons Turnin’ off