Lyrics:
of fearing my dear
I'm tired of living in fear
I'm tired of fearing my dear
Surrounded by a pack of wolves, a flock of vultures
Those hounds attack from
to be an Astro pop
You want to rock to the rhythm up until you drop
Well I laid this beat especially for you my dear
And it's guaranteed to rock you up
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
you dare
There's a potion I'll prepare
Just consume and you'll be human
Three whole days up above
By the end of day 3 listen up this is key
Just
comes along
Gladly move the earth for you
Prove my love, dear, and it's worth it for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing
stay calm
The bluegrass band a' thumpin' I sang along
Her body swayin' by the bar all alone
She came to me and took me tight by the arm, and said lets
to be
When I was graced
By my first moonlight
There flowed songs
Laid my inked destiny
I walked a road that was tiled
By the stars that flew before me
realise that!
By own by our own
We've been robbed by our own
By own by our own
We've been cheated by our own
By own by our own we've been let down by
the divide
But bury me there by my sweetheart
To sleep through the years by her side
Dear mother oh soon I'll be going
Oh mother I'll go with the dawn
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
Only business in town was an old fuel pump
At the ole Pop shop
Mr. Feaga sat inside
Waitin' for a car to pull up
Full Service at the pump
Windows
Hey, dear Doctor, please, heal me!
Hey, dear Doctor, you should kill me!
Cause I hate everyone from nine until five
In these moments, you know, I
or opportunities, this
One right here paid, they ain't Fucking with me, this shit hit So hard, felt like a truck
Hit me, this shit gon' pop and We gon' pop some
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
Try get them bands the rock stars
Tryna get lit like the pop stars
Fucking hoes cause' I ain't found one to stop for
You was fam what you fuckin with
along
Gladly move the earth for you
Prove my love dear, and it's worth for you
If that isn't love it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
Burl Ives - Mrs. McGrath
"Now, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like to make a soldier
Out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet cloak
(Telephone call for Mr Bones...)
Dear Mr. Bones, I've had enough
You can try, to pull us down
With your pinstipe weasle stuff
But word travels
and over here I
Have Mr malcolm Evans who
Through thick and thin
Would surely like to say a word
Of greeting at this festive occasion
Merry Christmas,
The dark will never crash through, my dear
With you
Night and day all flashes by
I find forever inside
Your eyes, the world's for you
So darling please
Let
love you pops
Dear God, I know You're forever in control
I'm eternally indebted for the blessings You bestowed
If there's one more thing I can ask of You
Back and forth
Lets do it
What you want to hear?
I want to hear some of that ol' that ol' Dear Diary (Dear Diary) Mr. Mr.
Scarface
Some of that
everyone a little tear
I cannot explain this dear
I will not even try
Into the night as the stars collide
Across the borders that divide
Forests
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