Lyrics:
better, cuz I'm baking everyday
Unaffected by the hate,You a lame and you late
Its a shame, its a shame, Ha I'm still getting paid
If we beef like Soulja
Peter pan, Neverland
Peter, Peter, Peter pan
Call Me Peter pan
The hood is my never land
Don't like to play in the sand
Y'all niggas out here playing
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
I mean, the story is called,
'Peter and the Wolf'. We couldn't very well call it, 'Peter and the Wolf'
if there wasn't any wolf, could we?
Huh, that
love 'cause it played it me like a joke
Peter Roll, Peter Roll, Peter Roll, Peter Roll
Peter Roll, Peter Roll, Peter Roll, Peter Roll
Even if my back
to
come back to Neverland, call me!
I'll pick you up!
Okay, Peter.
I will never forget Neverland.
It was such a great adventure!
Good bye, Peter Pan!
Hello
My name is Rowan Gaelen
These are my confessions
And my revelations
As I write this, it’s the 14th of June, 7PM on the moon
I’m moving station
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
And it's home, boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country
Where the oak
from Lisa
When she whisper-yelled to you
That Peter checked out last night
At least you came back, I'll call that some effort
Fleetingly flawless by
goes by in the wink of an eye
time waits for no one
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
AFRAID OF THE DARK
(Peter Sando)
Your eyes were wide
that the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddler's bowing, the grass forever blue
It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught
get a tape of Jim and Jesse
And it was on to the Kentucky Colonels
And Mack Wiseman and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan
And finally I got
of the westmoreland
Who dwells by the winding mere
And it's weary by the Ullswater
And the misty brakefern way
Till through the cleft of the Kirkstane pass
The winding
Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were
dey inside the book (Common...)
But they judge the book by it appearance (Word up ye)
Oh.......ohhh, (Word up)
He go clear for their eyes Peter
the Witch of the Westmereland that dwells by the winding mere."
And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty Breakford way,
'Til through the cleft in
gettin' low
With my bright skin shawty, call her light show
She like Reese I'm tryna light that
Show love, she hold me down like an ice pack
It's big
Now let's take it uptown, get down
[Peter Gunz]
Well since you put it that way
Honey I'm goin' stay
And only your love could make Peter parlay
Let
the sun up, be ready to flee
Yo Lord, tell em where you be
Lord Tariq:
Catch me in the Bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas
No love
the Witch of the Westmorland that dwells by the winding mere"
And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way
Til throught the cleft in
Rapping Ron spitting captivated by my flows now
I be getting excited sometimes I got to slow down
Ballpoint fine them niggas hate the way I roll
Call me
reaching
My phone now Staci's all alone deep breathing
From crying the situation she really not believing
In the midst she interrupted by a call it was Lisa
Hop in my new whip call it metal sonic
Had to stop by the union make a deposit,
She stay call me lil vert, I said baby stop it
If it's fly niggas
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
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