Lyrics:
that! Hold on
Ronnie, wait for me! Wait! Come back!
How are ya? Where are ya from?
Barcelona? Bonjour! Can I walk ya home?
Listen, can you hang on
There
and I was scared and I went out into the hallway
There's been all kinds of troubles
lately in the neighborhood
and someone's got to bring home
and I was scared and I went out into the hallway
There's been all kinds of troubles
lately in the neighborhood
and someone's got to bring home
A faceless man without a name
A destination without a way
Do you know what it feels like to be all alone
With no place like home because there's nowhere to go
should probably know
That anything I do
Is not not not for you
Has anybody ever judged you back
Called out all the knowledge and compassion that you lack
Shortie want a thug, I'm not a good guy
Only practice what I preach is what I stood by
I'm from the bottom, I don't need another good try
All I do is
is wild with all the local wildlife
Cats out prowling the streets every night
Best be on your guard cos there's no escape
From the fruit flies by
will never shut by day, nor will there Be any night
Revelation 7 vs 17 says for the Lamb in the Midst of the throne will be their Shepherd
And He will
of James. 38 When they came to the home of the synagogue leader, Jesus saw a commotion, with people crying and wailing loudly. 39 He went in and said to them,
like
And I know what I feel
Am I dreaming
Sitting home by the telephone
If somebody would give me a call
Do you wanna know why I got this feeling
was shovin' yowdah down they throat
Vehicular manslaughter as I drive the beat
Mind releasin' anybody comfortable and still asleep
It's your awakenin'.
anybody home?
She's not lookin' for a man, the girly wants to be alone.
She's the queen of glamorous, everything is right.
All the fellas have
I'm standin' on the bridge
I'm waitin' in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothin' but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
can clap
Uh, Mr. James Poyser, was here as well
Uh I'd like to thank DJ Jazzy Jeff for popping by
I'd like to thank you at home of course
And I'd
eyes is bawlin,
messed up I gotta tip toe in jawdins, (Jordan's)
This is sick, now this shit appalling,
Is anybody even really seeing the pitfall,
work is at home
It ain't in the streets, it's at home
So get there, get there
And stay there
on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I'm off that playa shit
I need a chick
Just haul your wheest there, McAleese
'Gon lee them weans alone
Shake thon shite back down your sleeve and hunt thon cunts on home
There's too much
nothing
Than meaningless growing from the floor
More and more and more
Hello, is there anybody home?
Hello...
Cmon... I’ve been knocking for hours
somebody to let me in
Is there anybody out there for me ?
Cause I've been searching for awhile now
I don't wanna be afraid to die alone
Cause I don't want
Can anyone show me how to love; the way I should?
There's a little boy runnin' away from here
And a little girl is taken from her home.
What'll ever
wanted to be
Was the competition that would always win you as the trophy
There really is no other
You'll be my baby momma
You come into my life with girls
Hey, where the hell did Santander Bank come from? Does anybody know what the hell I'm talking about here? I thought there were five major banks
open, my chains swanging
Don't rep the gang if you can't hang
It's simple as yet
Matter of fact the shit is kinda complex
So don't try this at home
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