Lyrics:
prob'ly triggered by the Trail of Tears
Or wait, and I say so, yeah
But you were no authority, went from native and indigenous
To marginalized
Filled with fear
Thanks to you
Here is my
Small black heart
Filled with shame
Left by you
See I
See I Don't know
And I don't feel the pressure
And I
just for the straw
But also lightin' up and strummin' on a guitar
I said man-oh-man
Where'd the good times go?
Back when Fall by Clay Walker was
never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been
get red
And oh, the night's so blue.
And then I go and spoil it all,
By saying something stupid
Like: "I love you"
The time is right
Your
Breastfed red dementias
Familiar with their suckled hostess
Unhinge her bridle scold
A quest for misadventure
Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis
back baby it's cool inside
(chorus)
Your eyes burn red, you don't dare blink
Your throat's parched but you don't dare drink
Your mind gets hazy,
the c606
Into a road too small to number
Meaning comes easily for Margaret
Maximum information conveyed by minimal means: triangles for warnings
Circles for
In the silver light
I just made out
Your silhouette
Through the quickening haze
So brand it on my mind
So I don't forget
Let it shine
By my
bring you wealth
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby
Last time was the last time
Yeah
That
or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
[Ja Rule]
Ain't nobody touchin da ground dat I walk on
My Love, It's just so strong
If
tomorrow love sweet by and by
For the child who is coming and for dreams that come true
Sing a song for each other for me and for you
Sing a song for all
You're at your job working part time waiting tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk with a fear of falling
Wondering why
to fear
Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea
And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me
[Chorus]
The skies over Cuba were warmed by
Well, I've been known to write a few songs
Lovin' and leavin' and gettin' too stoned
Bottle and a pistol by my side
The devil's always along for
There's a "screw" followed by a "you"
Followed by a "Damn, you've done it this time, here's what I'm gonna do"
And there's a door bein' slammed
or they come here
Ever since '06
They get us every season
I wish I could say that's the only reason that
I hate Alabama
I hate Crimson Red
And I
and gorse, hawthorn and ash
are sculpted to better represent you.
The blanket rain-cloud drifts in to wrap you,
to feed the streams by which I too am fed:
Oh mama it’s bad by my side
These niggas said some shit now we mad, gotta slide
Don’t even know what to go grab, where’s my knife?
All I pray is that
""Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
and I
Ride
You by my side
Holding on for dear life
With the sun in my eyes
And with all of your love you let go of
My little red bike
pricks reinforced
Are a Paria
Have the highest mountain erklommen in
Biotopia
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow
But year by year
Cordially
[Ill Bill]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I
I'm not
She knows I'm a simple man
By the itty-bitty diamond on her hand
She could have had a big rock
'Cause that woman is red-hot
She never gives
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