Lyrics:
able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
I’m all by myself, wondering where is love
Or should I just give up you know
Hell nah. Can’t quit. That ain’t how you change this
Even when it’s going
no limits, the magic a god produces
Imagine if you knew this
You'd never have to tolerate or be affected by how ignorant anyone's view is
Silly child
impossible
They do not exist
But Santa Claus, definitely exists
The question we need to ask is
In what manner does Santa Claus exist
And I think that asking
You think that I don't feel love
What I feel for you is real love
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected
Love child, never
Who took your words away
Covered your whole light with gray
What good is the silent way
When all you are is what you say
Pitchin switches for fishin
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
best||Love shouldn't be so hard|Love shouldn't be so hard |Love shouldn't be so hard|Hard as this||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my
Bloody veins, flowing
Like I’m in the Pentagon
This pain growing
My goal is far beyond
This day, Today
Gone without you knowing
Lot of pain, Kurt Cobain
it
Intelligent and handsome
Classroom nuisance
6 shots on me
In this little 22's
No white flags
No treaties
No truces
Don't matter what it
and me
(Baby don't cry)
Sipping Bailey's Cream, by the stereo
Trying to find relief on the radio (ah, what's up?)
I'm suppressing the tears, but
and after him of Jacob
She said in astonishment, Woe to me
Shall I bear a child while I am an old woman, and here is my husband an old man
Indeed, this is
by the fire
It is what it is
Was naughty this year, He talked to me nice
My stocking runneth over I raised up the price
Praise the Son on my darkest
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
this prejudice has got to go
Life is moving fast it need to slow down
Come and see me when I am in yo town
Practice what we preach before it go down
making a nigga look thirsty
But how bout we hang all the child's play
But then I'll be fucking on Monday
And that's what I told you last Thursday
You
We took plenty risk
Gambles with my life that's what it is yeah
You going live broke or die rich
Build this from the ground brick by brick huh
I'm
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
You think that I don't feel love
What I feel for you is real love
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected
Love child, never
a couple dollars book a jet flight
Out of this world set a couple standards to get by
Steady spreading heat you could melt ice
Play with the gang
I was still in High School, 1979, in the same town where Jimi Hendrix is buried
Back then it was just a bronze marker in the ground, not the Memorial
of my wares
Two years too late I moved out to worlds unknown
And thought to sort in this new great white north
To find what sort to find me and me alone
I never go commercial on you, baby, this ain't Geico
In the booth, I've been workin' on a high note
In your boo, and I fucked her, and I know
Kurt
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