Search results for by after album 40 below summer

We've found 91 lyrics, 78 artists, and 100 albums matching by after album 40 below summer:


Albums:

Summer Songs, Summer Love, Summer Fun (Jerry Keller) · Below the Belt (Franke & the Knockouts) · As Above, So Below (Barry Adamson) · From the Hills Below the City (Houndmouth) · For Earth Below (Robin Trower) · Artist's Choice: Below the Radio (Grandaddy) · 19 Below Zero (Paul Hardcastle) · Below the Heavens (Blu & Exile) · Fire Down Below (Ted Curson) · Fire Down Below (Ted Curson) – and 90 other albums »


Teachers doing fine as far as I can see 

Being a school mam 
Controlling promiscuity after hours 
Being a school mam 
Giving out detentions by
everybody came around
Welcome
It's here

Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story, "now in stores"
Make us poster
and died

He went up to heaven, located his dog
After that, he rejoined his arm
Below all the critics, they took it all back
Cancer robbed the whore
and died

He went up to heaven, located his dog
After that, he rejoined his arm
Below all the critics, they took it all back
Cancer robbed the whore
got bad, but he couldn't cry

His dog was run over, his wife up and left him
And after that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was
(after a first verse, not on the album)
Fifth and MacDougal, crossing the street,
Last rose of summer I happen[ed] to meet
She greeted my face with
Wave after wave rolls on 
 And the water falls 
 And the line is drawn 
 Wave after wave rolls in 

 And the line is gone 
 Where my feet have
the doctors could observe her

Oh, at the summer place
We've got the space, you should drop on by
At the summer place the injuries fade
But the memories
by the river just as the sun was sinking low
And in her eyes I saw big trouble like the muddy waters down below
Her lips were soft and sweet as honey
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
seeing me
Simone said she would think about not seeing me for a while
I hung around with her for forty days and forty nights, it was a wilderness

If
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
At times my
After laughter, comes tears

Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box, 'Boom
singer who conquered the world 
Now dead after forty-two years
Dead after forty-two years

House of cards (and) don't it make ya wonder?
House
Call It Puppy Love Curtis and Tisha in the tree 
K-I-S-S-I-N-G 
She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it 
Cause I be paying child
there waitin' for the fall 
(Y'all can't stop a motherf***in' Tank) 

[Hook] 
After Dollars, no cents 
From Chev's to Bents 
From cheddar to cheese
After laughter, comes tears

Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
After laughter, comes tears

Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
You thought I went for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, clip after clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear.
Jump inside your
After laughter, comes tears

Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box, 'Boom
the fucking worst customer service of all time
(You can just, I can't) this motherfucker made a number-one album! (what?)
Made a mixtape after (oh my God)
So vile men's torment was truly a pleasure
A plain that would change mankind for ever more

Catherine Black slept fitfully in the summer night.
under smoov shit
cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my
Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers