Lyrics:
pray you come back home too
I'm returning home for good
Truth was there all along
I'm coming home for good
I've been gone too long
I'm returning home
parted ways
Out to the opening she stared
Where Loch Fyne flirted into Atlantic's bed
And floating by smoked the pyres of the dead
And still their words
building
Some suits wearing ties and shit
But there's some real good-ass fucking people, man
Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff
Fucking Justin Duran, Dave Bell
die.
My life's been so sweet I just can't stand it.
I must admit I've made out like a bandit.
Last night's conversation with a real good friend of mine,
settle down
Got no more time to waste... so I'm headed home
Where my hearts in the right place
Gonna sail the Atlantic breathe in that salty air
There's
Hey
Here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
And I got
children everywhere!
At the first stroke, it will be
Ringo Starr thank you! "Good evening"
"Hello me dear i didn't know you were coming"
"I'm not
wreckage
That I've come to love so well
Yes, color me stunned and dazzled
By all the red white and blue flashing lights
In the American intersection
be there too
Those Wardens of Cornwall are folk kind and true
Life in the city can seem so surreal
Even though we call it our home
Millions of people
Man, my heart beating fast as shit
Gotta slow it down dawg
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It feel good to be back home
It feel good to be back home yeah
cye
cye
Yeah
I wrote
Hope it get you off death row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
A Metro PC phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen
The pen
Yeah
Now, now this is what it's come to, uh, shit
Ain't it fucked up? This is what it's come to
Huh? Ah
And I guess this is what it's come
Two things that often come up for me
Social engagements and job responsibility
I heard a good way to deal with stress
Is staying in moment and not
movie. he rented the studio, had all th
Heesy sets built...it's so moche!. he's telling everybody, right now, right over there to...(text obscured by
All right, it's your turn to give something back so let's hear a couple of chords. now where are ya ? come on!
I got a letter, it come to me by mail
you?
Look at the state of things and tell me true
In the city any city life`s a paradox of good and evil
Many fall into the vicious cycle
Living by
by the king of kings
I've seen it in my life he's been so good
I've seen it with my eyes He's been so good
God is not a man that He should lie
He's
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
She still probably won't believe, so we taking a trip to go to Belize
But it's all good though
When I come out with them M&Ms
And tell you to count
runnin screamin "daddy's home"
Then he hold me, slightly tightly
Mom, your wish came true-I got one just like me
My life be so good, so good
Everybody… Come On!
May Our Homes Be Filled With Dancing
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
May Our Streets Be Filled With Joy.
May Injustice Bow To Jesus
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Time Now
Everybody… Come On!
May Our Homes Be Filled With Dancing
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
May Our Streets Be Filled With Joy.
May Injustice Bow To Jesus
Call: Come And Join Me
Response: Come And Join Me
E Ba Mi Yin Jesu Logo O
(Praise Jesus With Me)
Ore To Se O Por Laye Mi O
(He Has Been So Good Me)
Iyin
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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