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and the pearls,
But the business man just want to sell you dreams homie he don’t keep it thorough,
So i gotta do it on my own fuck it,
Look that ain’t nothin new

Walking so tall like an iron man
But if you broke down they'd just find sand
Tell us what we want, we'll put pitch to the stands
Defaced by hope

wife
Will love you every day and night
I Promise to stay right by your side
Ill stay right by yo side
It would just be you and I
I will stay by your side

story man)
(They don't tell you this in the movies but this the movie we gon make though)
(Hah)
As I look back at the morn
Things that I thought was

get it just at any cost 
And I ain't tryna look at the devil applaud 
Life's about mistakes, and I'm tryna fucking learn 
While I'm looking up inside,

the squad and we really got a flight plan
Got my dogs bet I’m out here man they my fam
Out the fog now we bout to land on white sand
On our job ain’t no

was written by man
To control minds
Yeah I do
Scripture inspired by the Holy Spirit
And a God controlling my ravenous brain
From addiction you don't

breathing
God knows for how long I can keep it in
Now I'm off
So off

Saint Augustine was a wanted man
Not the least bit wanted by me
He didn't take too kind

Don't waste your time
Don't waste your time
The one you think you love, don't really love you
To tell you truth, man they really got you blind

em, please don't
Please don't, please don't, send them my way
I'm gripping on shawty all by her waist
She understand, she know the play now O
I flew

The Streets of San Francisco

Barclay James Harvest

XII

1978

On a cold misty night
On the corner of Haight
She stood with a Colt forty-five.

The gun in her hand
Awaiting her man
A victim to take by

Fiction: The Streets of San Francisco

Barclay James Harvest

XII [UK Bonus Tracks]

1978

On a cold misty night
On the corner of Haight
She stood with a Colt 45 
The gun in her hand
Awaiting her man
A victim to take by surprise

loaded guns
All because no daddy's at home, to raise they son's
Man Up! or Glove Up, or Catch some more re-runs
And here we go again, bomb'n over seas

our mistakes
Burdened with the sins of man
Now we have to face what's left

This is your home, take a hard look around
Destruction left in the wake

let me step right back
Talk about love I ain’t never done that
Cuz I’ve loved enough times, man I can’t look back
Talk bout love let me step right back

I see things that are amazing
Beautiful but I still just don't
Know if I appreciate them
As much as I am supposed to 
Look a nice view pink and white

a fat ass and it look like a peach
Yea these niggas some lames and they still tryna leach
I go high on the keys man I feel like alicia
Why that boy tryna

Tradie

Did my trade with uncle Ben married my sweetheart Gwen
Struck out on my own, Man I was quite at home

But the years went by nothing seemed

hastily teach lessons be the man a kid needs to look up to so my G you get him Maccies KFC and Greggs Pastries made from not love but Machinery. too late

Aww Yeah  (yeah yeah) 
I'm bout ta kill the show (kill the show)
Man we do this everyday 
If you didn't know (if you didn't already) 
Yeah yeah 
I

on


I do this for my son


Do it for the ones I love

They ain't asking for no handouts


Just me to be me


And the man I am now


Got ppl who look up

Days by days be facing my fears with no complications
All my life been grinding daily jah is my destination.
Am sinner man this hustle is real ,

the pasty father wants to be there for a kid hastily teach lessons be the man a kid needs to look up to so my G you get him Maccies KFC and Greggs Pastries

Lotta people hate but the love can’t done 
D-D-Diamonds on him dizzy
Gotta make a hater look back and act all iffy 

Bound to make them billions, Man I’m