Lyrics:
The bourbon never tasted so good
And your arms never held me so weak
And your eyes never darted so bleakly
As when you rose from the table to meet me
up in the evening with regret on my face
I ain't woke up in the morning for the last five days
I'm feeling like I've been a fuck up, but everything's
hate it's called scholarship
And why ain't no Whole Foods in the hood
All I see is fast food here, can we eat good?
We need black-owned, and less bad
a book
There's more bottles than the trees in green England
Not one of them will do my love no good
In the morning I'm light
But in the evening I'm
""Good evening, kids. Take your seats. Open up your Bibles
I’m gonna chastise a rival so keep your eyes wide open
The young soul lost control, made
on, good evening partytown
Mama gone, diva on, tonite in partytown
It's partytown, it's partytown ...
The bodies taste like fire, desire, money ain't
down the sidewalk people used to say hello
One of many pastimes that the future will not know
Every evening windinʼ down so unequivocally
Not a care
She's the girl who had evertyhing,
that money could by..
Her daddy worked late, most every evening,
her mother was just too caught up in herself,
they
harmonies
lost to humming wires that feed
useless agendas make useless breed
all you can eat in a world of need
a discount price for all your good deeds
tell
down like a razor
Lying
Good evening clapper loader
You should override the writer
Making stories fold
Because truths are told
In better ways than these
Good evening to the sun
Might I be the only one
Who sleeps through melodies of morning
while they wake
This chirping lullaby
Brings my little dreams
Everything in life depends on good preperation
Cheerlearders need to live up to demands
If we're not afective then we have to work harder
Know our
TURNING BLUE
OH LORD SHE CRIED OH ME OH MY I'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU....
TAKE ME IN TENDER WOMAN TAKE ME IN FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE,
TAKE ME IN TENDER WOMAN
in the light of the evening
In spite of hours travelling, time is rapidly passing us by my friend
And I’d do it all again though run down
But we fake
Don't let me die in these city sirens
Under the lights with a liars glow
Wearing a life like fine cut diamonds
Learning the lines for the evening
A humdrum Tuesday morning
When nothing's any good
I try to get to work
But I can't get out of this mood
A dreary Friday evening
My friends are
I rode a long way on a one trick pony
I broke faces that were cold and stony
And in the evening
When the night meets the glow like a pigeon
Well,
gods, you brought us here
Dragging our would into fear
Hellish days, atomic twilight outside
It started just by testing
Some new technologies
Providing
I used to think I was a big shot
Thought I had it all but guess what
Can't measure life by the things you got
In the end it all ends up to nothing
Sun-in on our hair by evening it would look like hell
Orange, brittle - hey who cared as long as it still feathered well
I'd be lost without my email still
The places where we ran
But as the years went drifting by
The harvest turned to sand
She went away, I had to stay
I'll never understand
Margarita,
pause for the rap Heismann
My enterprisement, constantly watch cash
In the suana wit rich birds, fly as Stacey Dash
Understood, I'm young and good like
They have smothered the last
But with this sheaf of gleanings
We will restore the past
This night we were a-maying
With our good women-folk
And now we
Is that good right there? (okay)
Let the band play please!
Everywhere that I go
Bank a put on a show
Cause Byron Bank is the show (how y'all
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