Lyrics:
everyone movin' but you
Yeah, I think I found me a muse
She been my rhythm and blues
She know my interviews
She makin' me dinner, too
Nights by myself with
the desert, it's the only way to accomplish
What I had to do, cruising down the street in a convertible old school, I will find my
Way home to you
Higher
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
Tired of mild reform
Sick of hand-me-downs
We topple all the theories to the ground:
All real change
Must come from below
Our bosses must live in
Cheri Lady'!
And it goes down... like that. Come on!
Oh, I can't explain
Every time it's the same
Oh I feel that it's real
Take my heart
I've been
Their homes all smell of time
Of old photographs
And an old fashioned song
Though you may live in town
You live so far away
When you've lived too
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly would you think it unkind
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly would you think it unkind
If I sat down beside you and told you my
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No, would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now
105 Americans will be gunned down today
In the land of the free
And the home of the brave.
40 will be murdered, 65 by their own hand
And 50,000 new
You ought to see my Cindy, she lives way down South*
She's so sweet the honeybees swarm around her mouth
Get along home Cindy, Cindy get along
Yup, Hovi's home
The newest edition to the Roc
(I don't plan to be no philosopher)
M.O.P.
The Blueprint 2 is on its way
I know ya hear my footsteps
Where every day we fight for our right to live
It's not right we living life like immigration
You keep telling us to be patient
Change is coming but we
and be a man on my own
Though I got a family, I'm alone
I got a crib, but I can't say I have a home
I'm trying to live but I can't live on my phone
I'm
Come on y'all, hey
And this how we gon' do it
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live you know the business
How you
The more of us that lies, I guess kids don't live or die
Let Gorillaz be you guiding light and your shining star
Whether you be home alone or drivin' in
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years
of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home, after living alone, for so many
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone (Bye bye)
For so many
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone (Bye-bye)
For so many
broken
And when battered down by spritely evil
There is still one part of me
Who'll ever live to see the rise of soulful heroes standing still
Before
Coming Home To You
By Trey Hirsh
Copyright cpril 2, 2013 by Trey Hirsh, cll Right Reserved
VERSE:
I like to go fishing on Saturday
I got my favorite
Yeah ... walked out of his home
Different time zone lives in eternity
Now he's living in time zones?
This is mind blowing, God of the universe
Knows
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
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