Lyrics:
of nightmares
And when they open
This all might be composed
There's no goin' back to the good old days
It's just a favoring and some new light
Archaism is
of nightmares
And when they open
This all might be composed
There's no goin' back to the good old days
It's just a favoring and some new light
Archaism is
doin good I just jizzed my clothes
I’m feeling old these kiddies bold
Saying they already won but I beat the race years ago
I need my bros I need my foes
you in the middle of a field getting attacked by old yeller
And it's gets better blow torch block of cheddar
And some field mice they'll love
still act like kids, talking bout the things we did
In the good old days
And for those that didn't see you every day
Seems a friend like you is never
of old
But I will pay for it every day
Torn like a ragged doll
I did my part
To try and save you all
Didn't think you deserve to be slaves
So I gave you
on Netflix and Blueray
Wrapped in mi duvet
Throw it in the trash
Get that bag it's a new day
It's a new day!
Begin
The old is ending
Happy birthday to me
beliefs I'm locking in
So who am I
I don't know
It's hard to tell
When days, they come and go
Will life pass me by
I can't tell you why
It feels harder
another started fighting so I ran up and I swung
A gun pointed at my face and now I'm getting jumped by five
Getting kicked into some rocks, thank God I'm
stayin'
'Cause I couldn't face the day if you weren't here by my side
And if you went away then I'd be left without any pride
I've given up on schemes
draw attention from the powers
That preside over our minds and our lives,
When they find what I want is the deadliest weapon; that is truth.
Day by
yeah
Every day wakin' up knowin' it's not enough
Every day wakin' up go and get it bruh
God is blessing Reed with a need to overachieve yeah
Every
On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart
like my last change
She's just praying that I'll settle down maybe one day
She wants another grandkid before she gets to old age
I'm taking my time
stupid and fruitless
And the rumor is most of you will quit
I wanna improve on my old self but I'm probably just a spoof of him
And this is proof of it
My
kids grew up and had children of their own and promised
To look after us when we were old
Running for the bus where we first met
Good morning
to a different farm
For a while, life was good for Mr. Chewbacca
He was doing good for himself
He was growing old
Having fun
Living in peace finally
Then one day
the ravens come
(Time is deceiving, soon we are leaving)
The final curtain falls
(Take me back to the good old days,
Isn’t that what we all say?)
Can you tell
Waiting on June
Well time flew by like they said it would
Yeah the kids grew fast and the farm did good
Mrs. Bertha made our supper everyday
At noon
In time
I'll be hanging on your nightstand by myself
And I gather dust alone on your shelf
'Cause every single day I wanna blame myself
I'm with
'cause I'm too classy
Connect like Wi-Fi
This whole life, I
Stick by them values, these the joints I'ma die by
Speak truth, why lie?
Good news, my vibe
I
the day
No quarter, No parley
Maynard's sizing up our chains
Good sailors, dried gnarly
end their days in a rusty cage
Scuppers laying low with silver,
the day
No quarter, No parley
Maynard's sizing up our chains
Good sailors, dried gnarly
end their days in a rusty cage
Scuppers laying low with silver,
with Jesus by your side
Death of the cross, buried in a tomb, on the third day resurrection
He did all this for you
Forgiveness of are sins he is
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