Lyrics:
Lo, there's the place I laid her low, right under that white oak
tree
The little boy chose him an arrow was both keen and sharp
Laid his cheek all along
and
Lies but i am going to
Preach to you the truth until you
Are free of that fear – Malcolm X
The fearful attitude
In the beginning, fear was a basic
a chance
Mesmerized by our darkest sides
Just chasing highs
We didn't stand a chance
Plagiarized romantics lies
Just reciting lines
For our future lovers
hate, I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies
the daylight, but in the night I just snore
And the days goes by, as I get mad old, and the hair goes white
Regret that choice, when I said I'd have life with no
little blue skirt her little white top
and a bag of 'commersh'
so she found her self some rizla and looked for a cigarette
rolled up a spliff and got
There was a man small and meek in his head
He wore red like the roses
The little girl deceived before his lies as time went by
He failed to hide
What a ride it is to regress
Clever knowing eyes and a witty rapport
You said you wanted more
Than greedy little lies like life's just too short
You said
and drinking beautiful lies
Yeah wishfully thinking
Sure got us good
But we went
1 day 2 days 3 nights 4, 5
You'd come by
Surprise
clright but
We had to end
bred
To barter, nor compensating the want
By shrewdness, neither capable of lies,
Nor asking overmuch and taking less,
And still foreboding what would
So we waited for the sun to set going over why we sleep late
Some fries on the side and by the end, we both got matching keychains
I’ve known you for
out in the cold on dead man's curve
You tell yourself little white lies look me dead in my black eye
And say to me I got what I deserved
Big rigs
the unwise and traumatize offenders
White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November
At the brink of dismay
My eyes will never flicker
Herbs, got
I've seen 2 people lose their grip
Over little white sticks
I was just a kid
I was just a kid
Hard to feel better from a sickness
When it's all replaced
a cat skin
White with a pretty hand
Wish the little beast gone
Half-made man
Elvis has honor
Not half-boned siksura
Heavy Betty big bone
better start doing it right
And the lamb lies down, down, down
Down on Broadway
Early morning Manhattan
Ocean winds blow in off the land
The Movie-Palace
must let our thought be free
For every hour that passes by, you know the world gets a little bit older
It's time to realize that beauty lies in
me get hit by a bus
Nigga be bitches they holding my nuts
I'll go Harder Then Harder like baby
I toss me a play like I'm Brady
I got a white boy
held up
by the platforms beneath them
And closed it
I pointed this out
And proved it
To little goggled-eyed tight buttocks
No doubt
They've already
Would you rather be
Would you rather
I make time for we
Say nada
Little louder b
Little louder
Hear you saying please
Be the father
Murder she wrote
children's lives
One day i hope to be woken by an angel
Domesticity
And sensuality
But i don't know what's real or
Little white lies
Gifts to our children's
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
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