Lyrics:
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
rap?
I'm represented by purple and blue
Blue for positivity to help you through
With no hope you'd have no motivation
It's the Purples that help with
still a little rambling round
Running through my veins
From the Blue Ridge Smoky Mountains
On L&N's old rails
To the Kansas City Southern
Sleepin' with
this song's a little blue
But when you analyse it, it's up to you
So for your information I'll sing this song again
'Cos Daisy's only my service FN
a slave that's alright with me
There's no limits when your minds this free
Riding the horse loving my flaws
Either times flying by or not moving at all
So I
to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues
Here's a hundred dollars, go buy some new
Oh, what a dawn of day!
How the March sun feels like May!
All is blue again
After last night's rain,
And the South dries the hawthorn-spray.
Only, my
it's too much now
You got it all wrong
And you try to jump ship
But the spin is too strong
'Cause the little white horses
Don't stop for no one,
THE KISS OF SUMMER
Words and music: Leigh Haggerwood
Listen to the sway of the trees; the delicate whisper of summer
Little children play by
the basement with the red light on
Stash away a little
In case some folks drop by
Dreaming of the horse's hoofs
Never bad, only good
Never sad, only blue as it
lifeless body arched over that poor little horse
It was hard to resist the urge to taste
He looked just like the strawberries i love so dearly
Real
tell me, but some terrible, evil joke
sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat
There seem to me an awful lot of charltans
the year of '51placed on a reservation.By the winter of '61dying of starvation.Protect the innocent. Punish the guilty.Little Crow, he declared, What good is
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
When I met you
Fell into your eyes
They’re blue like the summer skies
I found my heaven there in you
When I met you
Guess I met myself
I’d thought
make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving
downhill with a bullet
This ramblin' and rovin' has taken it's course
I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses
And the city streets crack
blooming on the lawn
The children playing by the tree
Travelers lurking by the bell
Our little Shigatse Hotel
One day, daughter, you shall live to see
a bit
Lil doggie poppin blue penis pills
I'm just like listen dude, you need to freakin chill
Waste not, want not, and make no haste
To hose spray that
The pale sun spits a slow death down
To this blinded mankind
While the wooden horse of science
Elevates a grey hell to the sky
So the little
a new place there by the sea
Love and hip hip is all I need
Where you see greed you won't see me
All I need is free
Blue moon be back soon, the starship
downhill with a bullet
This ramblin' and rovin' has taken it's course
I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses
And the city streets crack
their sphere of possession of the trees
Of birds' hung havens, hangers
People go by things go by
A horse, drawing a buggy, breaking his hollow Iron music
into their sphere of possession of the trees, of birds' hung havens, hangars. People go by things go by. A horse, drawing a buggy, breaking his hollow
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