Lyrics:
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
When I was a rich man
With silver and gold
Stand up a proper
Outside in the cold
By living apprentice
Stand up aboard
Like the old Hotel St. George
Like
Felt it every night
Walking by the stream
The weight of summer's heat
Lifted like a dream
And everything you touch is gold
But how come I want more
on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday
now strong
Niggas want war I get you
Murked by a wild jawn
The only reason I ain't on
And my niggas is on
Is cuz I got stuck on the
Gold pot that I'm
'bout my girl
When we're all alone my love unfurrels
She's like diamonds, gold and pearls
So don't stop till we reach the top
Come on girl, until we
LIKE YOUR RACK--I MEAN, YOU CAN REALLY DANCE!!!!”
BY THE TIME I GOT TO THE RUNNING MAN I THOUGHT
THAT HE MIGHT BE GETTING SOFT THEN HE PICKED UP
the pearly gates
and save you from the lake of fire full of demon snakes
"how do i do that?"
by askin the Lord to forgive you of all ya sins
and turn away from
And like vampires niggas come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material shit
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time dick
O.G. nigga's turn into
Wilma
by Bawb (Bob) Pearce
She is so pretty
And she loves to dance
She look your way
And boy, you got no chance
She got such style
She got such
AND GOLD
MY DREAMS OF CHRISTMAS KEEP ME HOPEFUL ALL YEAR LONG
NOTHING EVER WORKS OUT LIKE IN THE HOLY SONGS
SEEMS LIKE THINGS FALL APART ABOUT THIS TIME
I never said that I would give you silver or gold
Or that you would never feel the fire or shiver in the cold
But I did say you'd never walk
dropped more pounds then maternity wards
And got the gold chain from the gudda awards Yup!
We like that trunk knockin'
Roll by them ladies jockin'
We
I never said that I would give you silver or gold
Or that you would never feel the fire or shiver in the cold
But I did say you'd never walk
horses pass you by
Take a run and leap on
Pull the blinkers from your eyes
Before big bus has gone
We'll be stopping off
In every shop until you
a country filled with greed and hate
And cops on the take are common place
The next generation are condemned to waste
By bent politicians and magistrates
Will You make me anew out of the stuff that lasts?
Stuff that's purer than gold is
And clearer than glass could ever be
Can I be with You? Can I be with
already know the news is born and sold
By the man with the plan and the corporate gold
And we already know that the story can change
At the roll
you're by my side)
Boy you make my day
[verse 2]
One of those days nothing goin' right
Workin' my butt until late at night
Bout to tell my boss he can
the air
We spun so fast we couldn't tell
The gold ring from the carousel
How could we know the ride would turn out bad
Everything we wanted
Was
money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty
it on me
Oh, oh, oh, oooh!
Pick up the phone to solid gold,
Making the hits we get the story told.
We all got a heavy load,
But it won't get us
weight in gold
Will it amount to what you made when the story's told, no
Don't turn your head, let all the people know
You cannot break it, love will
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