Lyrics:
battle's over
Will ye be proud at yer lifes last remain
Highland men hangin' by English decree
Hung by their kilts as a warnin' tae the free
From
makeup on
And she's practiced in the mirror
What she's seen in magazines
And she knows how that will drive them crazy
She's too young and her heart's
And those that last longest will win by and by
We'll never look back once we reach where we're going
And our road will take us where we want to be
Soon
Ex Factor
by Lauryn Hill
Album : The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
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Corrected by : TaLIkA xx
It could all be so simple
but you'd
in again.
This is how we are
This is how we are
We are young and stupid
And raised by wolves
I will never live like you do
I will never love
Hyrum Black
Together we will ride
The saints may howl the earth may crack
But I'll be by his side
By his side
Hyrum went down on his knees and gave me
Tom Tom lived for all he could give
And he stood by his father's side
Then into his world came a sweet young girl
And he took her for his bride
Some will have a chance to grow
some will have a chance to know
some will have a chance to sow
some will have a chance reap
some will have a chance
I'll walk by your side
Don't dim your light
I can see pain in your eyes
Together we will fight
Seek and you will find
I speak life
Ohh Ohh
I speak life
hundred thousand by my left and right side
But they will never ever come near me
And with my eyes I will see the reward of the enemy
I've made the Lord my
nobody's help
See I was drinking by myself And smoking by myself
Then I wrote this letter to myself Said I don't need nobody's help
I'm still young but I'm
Wanted, young man single and free
Experience in love preferred
But will accept a young trainee
Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads
I need a love
said, "That day I will die"
Four and twenty ladies gay welcomed the young man home
But the fairest one among them all in the great hall stood alone
meet
And you meet not really by chance
Don't cry young lovers whatever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my mem'ries are happy tonight
I've had
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands
Only time we make it to the
TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches
You dig?
Young niggas trappin' out them benches
You dig?
You gon'
Haha
Young Mula, baby
You already know
Cut the music up, mayne
Okay, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He ain't even think
He ain't
The streets will speak for it
We ain't standin'
Freeband Gang
I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so I could cherish this
the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just
a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance
Don't cry young lovers whatever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my
benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will
right and wrong
Words can kill
Time and again, the country was ruled by a foreign tongue
When he was young boy, he lost his native language
The bedrock
a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o
tonight
So Lie by my side
And I will say the things
That I believed when we were young
Will you marry me
I don't wanna be
Anywhere that I can't see your
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