King
Yeah, I’m a king Yeah, I’m a king
I got the whole land on my shoulder
It’s my time and the wait is over
Feel the weight of the fate greats but you cannot relate
Cause it can’t be molded
Can you carry the praise the shame the love and the hate
When days gets get colder
I been conquering every kinda thing
So you might wanna join this side of things
So all raise for the most High YESSIR
Got the gold of the crown up YESSIR
I’m the king of the town
When the swords get waived then the trumpet sounds up YESSIR
Made it off the ground, cant never let up
They hold me down, kings always get up
High on my horse I’m ahead of the league
Cocky I’m never I’m better then the
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Why my opposition always mad at me
Go get you a crown if you as bad at me
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
My crown don’t sway, King, Don’t be testing my faith, You Guessed right I’m him, I got a lot of power in my hands, Move the pawns make em dance, Gather troops in advance, I Gotta tools to make damage, Don’t make me change my stance, Can’t break down my Fortress, Couldn’t break in my focus, Pound for pound I’m gorgeous, Running the town, like Forrest, Hail to the king, All take a kneel, Heavens could sing,
The devil ain’t real, I did it for us, Took care of the bill, Paying my dues, Until I’m concealed
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Why my opposition always mad at me
Go get you a crown if you as bad at me
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh

Shala la la la
Hold tight.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
These days are lost and long;
All things are crooked and cold;
I'm itching to be numb.
I don't wanna see or know.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Let me take you into my arms;
Shield you from weary and pain.
Who are they who’ve not known harm?
Oh love, I just can't say.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright
I'll sing you a tune –
When love dies in the dark.
A song for those who lose;
Life gone and took my spark.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
The day is lost and long;
All things are crooked and cold.
We’re fixing to be numb.
I don't wanna see or know.
Shala la la la
Well it's alright.
Shala la la la
Get me through the night.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.

Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
May flowers bloom.
A new tune to call forth a day;
New love hail new way;
For us all.
Arise! Dab sleep from your eyes;
Make way for strange times;
Advance to the sky!
Gone frost on pane;
Tomorrow we regain;
Days will be long.
For who knows what tales will unfold;
To be free of cold;
And the long winter’s night.
Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
Spring comes on fast.

One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow.
One for the hand –
That takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!
And what for those who scoff at our fun?
Well, for them there shall be none!
And only some for those who save and never spend.
For why shall they have when they don't care
for the little things they get?
And lest they be slow to take what's so graciously offered –
Well there's only more for us,
for we're the ones who bother!
La la la, la la la!
One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow
One for the hand that takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…