Lyrics:
feeling down
This a deep end where I drown
I sip my liquor brown
Hope you listen to my sounds
I want you, nobody else
I need you, nobody else
I want you,
need!)
That's just how I roll
I got it on my own (Got it on my own, yeah yeah)
So if you really wanna ride (Wanna ride)
Be down for me
Right by my side (By
knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are
By the banks of the river where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble with a low mourning sound
Down in the hollow where the water
Mike, I'm sorry babe, but that's not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you'd give us your request
We'll be
o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing.
O ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way with
been off on a journey to find myself
Maybe find my way back home
Been many an hour all by myself
In the darkest of nights
I was never ever alone
That I was gone for good
But you know I never could
I count the headlights passing by
With every one I find
Another reason why
You'll be sound asleep
you call my name out in the middle of the night
How you sit for hours singin' with the radio
Baby it's the little things that make me love you so.
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing.
O ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way with
the farm that daddy sweated all his life to keep
And even worked sometimes by moonlight when all of us kids were sound to asleep
Now I guess we were all
on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along
One night along the river at st. Germaine de pre
I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk cafe
We walked along the river, shadows passing by
But
I dont need much, I dont need much
But I need you, but I need you
Palm trees in the sun maybe some weed too
Couple homies I can Politic and lean
coming around
You don't wanna try Me.
Judging by the way that you speak
cssuming it's attention you seek
Sound like a baby bird bitch by the beak
cnd
One-two one-two in the place to be, yes indeed
As we proceed to give you what you need
Always smokin' that 'dro weed, we have dilated peoples!
I'm hoping for
You'd be the star of the show
That I would open for
It's a precarious position
By my own admission
Fulfilling my mission
My obsession
IN THE DARK words and music by Annie Dinerman
IN THE DARK AND SILENT HOURS,
LONELINESS CUDDLES CLOSE TO ME.
I CAN’T SLEEP.
SUDDENLY, I HEAR MY
Baby, I'm-a want you
Baby, I'm-a need you
You the only one I care enough to hurt about
Maybe I'm-a crazy
But I just can't live without
Your
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
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