Lyrics:
going to give it a go, got my music business under control
Positioning my content for cash flow, the last thing I want to do is lose my dough
Started from
treat you that way baby
I wish she wouldn't treat you that way
I ain't sayin' that she's bad to you
She does every little thing a lover should do
Any
dazzles her.
Sir Joseph.
You think it does?
Captain.
I can hardly say; but she is a modest girl, and her social position
is far below your own. It may be
understand which part of me can be so goddamn unkind
I don't understand why I'm tired all the time
All I know is that last night I wanted to go to bed by
to read
That includes me
'Cause for five years I was taught to overanalyse everything
That course was designed to be boring
And every time someone does that
but not without a fight
In the backseat, mind outta sight
Magic carpet ride every night
Whole new world when I get inside
Whole new girl when she go
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
That her senses have been blunted
She learned about death and dying
When she was only six years old
Since then every one she meets
Seems a little
gonna say it some with a little bit of twang to it"
Beer looks the same in the morning as it does on Friday night
(On Friday night)
She won't feel
could be a bad thing
Is if you were gay
And I don't think you are
So why the hell you acting this way?
A little bit of fibbing
Put me in this shitty
pills
If she looking fine she fits to me
Blonde and eyes so cold that they gon' freeze
Flood my style with drip so I'm okay
Damn how she is looking that
whole town
So that you’d stick around
But things didn’t work out and
We’re not young now
I’m surrounded by my old past
Reminders that nothing ever lasts
And I know that they say 2 legends can co exist
But one thing I know is that my co don’t exist
Cause I exit every co
With all this dreams in my
Yeah yeah yeah
Look
Why try mix ladies, beef and grind
She calling me daddy, she knows that like it but does she really care is she wasting time
Coz
Someone is watching him
This sounds like the kind of thing a kid would say
In a Hollywood movie,
In a Very Serious Voice
But he says it kind of casually
The single son she had last night is buried under her
They say that the war is done
Where are you now, my son?
An old man with unsteady gait and beard
off
Coming for the things off
I guess there's nothin' and I'm
Finna chop it's head off
I need a little something to
Knock the edge off
Aside from this
on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
of elvis in san fransisco
It's just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll thing
She wants to be just like me
And I want every damn thing I can see.
You
on the moon
The time the talks they share walking around calhoon
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps
She recalls every inch to how it got
the way they always have been seen
Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is
the 'lanta boys
Cuz we get it poppin'
We don't do no robbing, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle, - save up every dime
Everybody know I'm bout to blow
Years would fly before she'd bother to try
To be her own true face
Right now seemed like every thing was sadly stuck in place
Hot town, Toronto, 1951
_ "Every Little Thing")
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