Lyrics:
cherry flavored chapstick
While I'm wasting my youth
Stuck in Manhattan traffic
Will you be there waiting for me
I'll be home by two in the morning
We
Manhattan's old Broadway...
But there's one place you can't replace
that's always on my mind
CHORUS
When distant shores seem so near
And old palms sprawl by
Brigitte vasallo, redes de afecto
¡¡By the river, by the puerto!!
Con la cerda (ah) cinco estrellas
Ciervas brasileñas nos tiraban bam bam bam
Respondimos
Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-deri,Val-dera.
My knapsack on my back.
I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun,
So joyously it calls to me,
"Come! Join my
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
come up to my office
'Bout 2:15 'til a quarter to 3?
If you could maybe swing by, honey
Well, you know it'd be okay with me
If you came, if you came,
Pas de menace, je vais balayer tes ventes de skeuds
Fais péter la tise, ça part en Paris by Night
Pour les fans de Barry White, pas pour les gars qui
I met a blackbird flying south tonight, I looked into her eyes tonight
I saw her wings were getting tired, still looking for the light
There is
Hurting Place
Music and lyrics by Kara Johnstad
Please don't go
I'm so afraid to lose you before I really
Know you
Don't walk away
All though I
blackbirds scatter through the trees
How she flips from the back to the front
Reading magazines
Oh, my God, I miss those things
And it's a hard way
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
just like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a blackbird
God came in, aiming like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God
His shit is
grass-sick
They'll founder, fain, they'll die
What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?
It is,
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished,
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
but the lights are out on the Mean Streets
A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
he's selling
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
Manhattan or way out in some cabin
In the middle of nowhere
Well, baby I'll be there
Wherever you are, wherever it is
Baby it ain't too far
Just give
ache to come back
That's how you grow up
Down here by the sea
A blackbird sings in a backyard tree
Sunlight streams in his melody
If I close my eyes
It's
Shoulders been feeling like boulders
It's time that I shake up and ease up the load
I live by the code so I'm gonna sell
But know that my soul will not be
Balisong when we jabbin'
Then we hit it left with the right attack
Could've been just a few laugh's over manhattan's
Could've left it with the prison but had
got time for that stuff
She came from upstate but shorty staying in the island
Manhattan
Shit beautiful
Wild how fast it took me to get used to you
Told
never rap again
As my hand faithfully grabs the pen
Painfully, backstabbed by friends
Watch the blood ooze out, then I scream and I shout
Nothing comes
Aye
Hold on
Uh
Look
Right
Yea
Right
I got Demons on my side
I got, hold on
Aye, look
Smoke in front the corner store
Cops passing by while we going
on the lake
Dwindling real estate
The prices are high but shadows dance for free
On blackboards
And tired bleachers
Terrified and stoned
Manhattan eyes
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