Lyrics:
the sky
And stay by my cradle
Until morning is nigh
Away in a manger
No crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down his sweet head
The stars in
And stay by my cradle 'till morning is nigh
Away in a manger no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head
The stars in the sky look
The allure of breaking the law
Was always too much for me to ever ignore
I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with
The allure of breaking the law
Was always too much for me to ever ignore
I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Eyes of an angel
Music and lyrics by Beverley Dean
Piano by Ollie Lepage-Dean
Arranged by Didier Dessers
In tribute to Laure Nobels (1995-2012)
La da da da da da, la da da da da da
La da da da da da, la da da da
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down His
craddle,
'Til morning is nigh.
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the heavens
Looked down
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord
Create In Me A Clean Heart
Written by: Janae K. Dean, Wayburn Dean, Doug Beiden
c 2020 Wayjade MusicASCAP, Coach Beiden Music, BMI
Admin, Music
See, I don't watch football
And I don't drink beer
I think it tastes like piss in a mug
And it makes my stomach feel freaking weird
(It's all that
tucked away I got the lights turned low
Got my baby by my side with some wassail on the stove
It's my favorite time of year, carols sung for all to hear
a limp, stompin' yo clique
My genes (jeans) OP, Givenchy I'm ripped
Are you catching my drift?
If it's three blocks away I'ma skrt in a Lyft
Look at my
And I be mad too if you ain't me
Call me Mr. Dean or Mr. Bars
See me riding clean in a Rolls Royce
Niggas talking funny, that's old money
Niggas
to heaven
To live with Thee there
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus (sweet, sweet jesus)
Laid down His sweet head
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down where He lay,
bombs.
And the world's not ours tonight in a Berlin flat lit by neon lights.
My boyfriend's in the stairwell, he looks just like James Dean
terro tin in.
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Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
up it makes the worst elixir
Hate to see you leave but love to see you walk away because you switching but you'd never switch up
Ooo you in that dress
a grave meant to keep You
To a stone rolled away
Your cross is the proof
Love made the first move
I remember where You found me
I'm amazed by where I
Bright shone the star
The son of God
In swaddling clothes
The Light of Nations
And the wise men, came from far away to find this King of love
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down where He lay,
MERCIFUL GOD
Written by: Janae K. Dean, Wayburn Dean, Doug Beiden
c 2020 Wayjade MusicASCAP, Coach Beiden Music, BMI
Admin, Music Services, Nashville
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