Lyrics:
Oh the first snowfall of the winter
Was a day that we all waited for
When it drifted to and fro
Why you should've seen the snow
It was near seven
No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain
Its impressions are unmistakable"
Prithee... charm me fro' mine mortal guise
I
to and fro
I'm talkin' 'bout sleigh bells and
Makin' angels in the snow
I'm talkin' hot chocolate
And if you didn't know by now, I'm
I'm talkin' 'bout
on the flo', flo')
Opp-ass nigga and they callin' the popo
(Popo) brains on the curb
Now that shit look like fro yo (Fro yo)
Countin' up chicken, bitch
Ain't
We met on the shore of a lemonade lake
Weeping willows looked down where we lay
Orange blossoms I smell in your hair
Butterfly, flutter by
fancy
On old Delancey Street, you know
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott
A couple different styles, a couple different 'fros
Just some that my souls about some girls I know
I gotta hit it hard because I go for the gusto
And I
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
the beers
Well, you'd think I'd have tamed
My old dragons by now
I've always tried to be a good scout
But every now and then they come swoopin' in
Saying,
(The next day, late afternoon we are in
A populous and dirty street of London
Near Holborn a
Street of rotten tenements people
Mill to and fro
I get my kicks from watching people
Running too and fro
And if you ask them where they're going
Half of the don't know
They're the ones who think I'm
to interrupt
Moments idle past by the hour
In comfort, you don't mind
All things seem to go, to and fro
As if you don't even know
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
And it
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum
No
man
I'm really gonna snap
[Bridge x2]
[Chorus]
Way now over there
I'm a now how to make a n**** beg please
When a bullet goes by
Probably
fancy
On old Delancey Street, you know
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott
Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know?
No one important, just another nigga flossing
Gotta seal, what I'm touching is real
You just a clone wit'
man movin' 'cross the stage?
It looks a lot like the one used by Jimmy Page
It's like a Relic from A different age
Could be, ooh-ee
If there's rock
Where the moon swings low on the Alamo
In a garden fair where roses grow
In the tender light of a Summer night
I can see him wander to and fro
For
major
Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA
(Beep Beep) It's time to wake up
2 in the mornin'
You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself
Cause I'm a G
We met on the shore of a lemonade lake
Weeping willows looked down where we lay
Orange blossoms I smell in your hair
Butterfly, flutter by
to and fro
Not sure what makes it come and go
There it is again sweet music on the wind
Over the Gulf of Mexico
I'm going to down to Cuba someday soon
Bette, come on)
It's very fancy
on old Delancy street you know. (I know)
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
I'd like
You thought my love was easy to get
All of the girls think you're fine
They even call ya Romeo
Ya got 'em, yeah you got 'em runnin' to and fro
Yes
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