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known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
A holiday, a holiday, the first one of the year.
Lord Donald's wife came to church a gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was o'er, she cast
as fuk, wey
alright, i'm goin' on holiday
i'm goin' away for a fukin' week and a day
i'm gonna stay there and with some of my mates
and get wrecked up
Oh, there's no place like
home for the holidays,
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine
Of a friendly face
where I will go
Born in the streets, I know where I'm from
If you're asking for me, you already know
(Turn up)
Where the vibe is, I call my home
where I will go
Born in the streets, I know where I'm from
If you're asking for me, you already know
(Turn up)
Where the vibe is, I call my home
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
the holidays,
’Cause no matter how far away you roam,
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays you can’t beat home sweet home.
I met a man who
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
GET ME HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Written by George Paolini, Sherry-Lynn Lee, Caley Rose
[Verse 1]
Winter time
drinking cocoa by the fire
Snowball
This is an invitation
Love is calling you by name
You're never too far gone
The father is waiting for you with open arms
So come be made new again
circle the east
Searching for peace
Searching for me
Searched all through my pockets for phone wallet and keys
I'm good
I think its time to head home
Pray
overnight, its citizens plump, voyeuristic. Slowly they watch every movement by anybody or anything. I bless my uncanny ability to blend. My friend Matthew is
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was
and not be broke. I'm far from broke, but I'm broken no matter how hard I try to move on from this idea of music in my life. I keep coming back to this idea
me
One time for Memphis
Born on that south side, East Memphis raised me
North made me tougher but that Black Haven made me
Born on that south side,
Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon' pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious enough to give hope
last time saying bitches.
Trust me, bitches
Give it up 2 time
For them women with no morals
And give it up 2 time
For them niggas who run from quarrels
I
was I by this rather macabre spectacle
that I wrote this song about a respectable British matron, who
discovered in the nick of time that life was for
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away your roam
If you long for the sunshine and a friendly gaze
For
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
Knock a little dust off this bitch
DJ Holiday
Dave East
King of Harlem
For all you niggas that hated
Verse 1:
I love my city
But I gotta keep it going
Way too overcrowded
I be like leave me alone
All them dirty subways
And buses I travel home
Ain't
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
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