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dem by ourselves Small small children Old mama dem Naked face you Stand with one leg Bend yanch face you Begin swear you in With big big juju Amadioha
dem by ourselves Small small children Old mama dem Naked face you Stand with one leg Bend yanch face you Begin swear you in With big big juju Amadioha
action, guaranteed raw I hang with the rich and I work for the poor Now tomorrow you can say you saw Krs-one stompin' once more I play by ear, I love
price Confirmed by that old shoe It's more than just an old shoe It's a token of his grace Reminding her of his great love And the price that her redeemer
To break this poor boys heart in two I can't say them old sad songs on the jukebox Are causin' me to cry these bitter tears The only time they do is when
to be In the old spot by the river Right well known by you and me. One word more, a signal token Whistle of the marchin' tune With your pike upon
plainly brayed, "Well, there's an angel about to strike you from the path" Then old Balaam's eyes were opened And he realized he'd been saved By his
of death Will be Kelly, the boy from Killanne! But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross And it set by the Slaney's red waves; And poor Wexford,
as quiet as could be He cut him down like a big Oak tree when he said It's been many years since we had to part And I guess I learned his ways by heart I
interest on the loan. So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with Jesus rest And don't go criticizein' no one the one that knows the best He gives us
Sometimes I think about it And my poor heart wants to die about it Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost And the way I got double crossed By
him to come back My eyes are blurred my poor old heart is breaking As I'm writing you this letter edged in black Then I bowed my head and in silence
fucking head Shark Week has overtaken her poor heart, like a kitten in a microwave, her insides blow apart My baby can't help but bleed, the toilet is her
When you were mine my old true love Then your head lay on my breast You could make me believe by the falling of your arm That the sun rose up in
rave to see With a dark complexion she was sex symbol befo' Marilyn Monroe But her heart stopped before they gave props to the old pro It took
Still remember Big Spank got slayed Right on Allen Temple My God poor people you're my Heart and it that simple And I'ma rap through the hurt Until I meet
cash rewards for those who know who might throw a tip How many hustlers you know old and rich And happy We were minutes away from baggies From a place
Bottle of wine, and an old 45, rifle in the corner that her grandfather left her when he died, Said no surprise, I've had to use it quite a few
losing Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With
poor dejected mourners, let your hearts with Jesus rest Don't go criticizin' the One that knows the best He's give us many comforts, He has the right
a peanut from dih peanut man ,when him ago true inna dih dance, aii. inna him box him have every thing yuh want ,herbs by dih bud and by the stalk, the top
a river blowin' Every so mean guy Just so lips are happy But sad AK get his steam Line up in balls Sigh Now's attacking but they give me O Poor old Misato
Walkin' To Missouri Sammy Kaye Peaked at # 11 in 1952 Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952 Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN'
When you were mine my old true love Then your head lay on my breast You could make me believe by the falling of your arm That the sun rose up in
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