Lyrics:
as flame, your face with a luster.
That puts gold to shame.
But if I'd ever leave you, it couldn't be in autumn.
How I'd leave in autumn I never will
of the Hale-Bopp
Lookin' for the gold ticket in the mailbox
Got a broke down livin' in my locale
Killa city block business you ain't know about
Donald Drumpf
the blindfold's for
Strange bro, that's happening
Gang flow, that's gassing
Kill in cold blood fashion
Then we carry our gold pass it
Crystal black pearl
Gooses! Geeses!
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for Easter
It will, sweetheart
At least a hundred a day
Anything you say
And by the way
What?
Just stay where you are
We talked at the bar
Walked out on the street
You walked in my heart
Wanted to breathe
There's gold in your hair
Just
They done taken my appetite
Now when I first saw you, I heard the angels sing
I thought of Adam and Eve and that love thing
Oh, I was blinded by
Dog's in the capital howling at dawn
Someone's driving by with the radio on
Someone making noise from the center of town
You kick em in the head
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
Ripple in the water
Tell me nothing daughter
Here come the queen of the night
Helps herself to what she likes
Power of the poison
Standing by
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
I can still be who I am and not be excommunicated
(By society that is.)
I told you twice, I love you. I still do
Time don't lie, he says that Love
heads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm
mangled by a hundred ugly, angry, Anglo-Saxon's
[Chorus]
Tiger style
Tiger style
I don't like this new shit but, what the fuck do I know?
White
They've told me the tale of your past
Battles were clashed by you
Long before the cosmos existed
O' mountains of Mashu
Please help me to find the grey stone
Spending all our lives
On what we believe in
Struggle day by day
But never retrieving
Taking our chances
And follow the footsteps
Ancestors
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Well, I got myself a new car
Of course it's 44 years old
It's currently not running
But it's worth its weight in gold
It's colored prim(er)
But it's
to have it all
She found it in the city
But the city doesn't talk
She wears a gold cross
She sheds her skin but it never comes off
She hears the angels out
the earth
There is eyes within the dirt
Under the nails of a working man
Drug in by the rain, all the crooked ways I think
A wish as in a mood to die
They done taken my appetite
Now when I first saw you, I heard the angels sing
I thought of Adam and Eve and that love thing
Oh, I was blinded by
the shit you want but you know I got you listenin', gifted in mic rippin', unlimited linguistic fitness, district by district groove, move units but you
passing by
Most of the time just fighting off the cold
If only hope can pull you through the odds are that
I will never, never go back, you're asking in
The nights grow cold
My search for gold is leading nowhere
Whichever lonely road I take it seems to go where
It's a fight to survive just until
moves on
And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
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