Lyrics:
Long-haired preachers come out every night
To tell you what's wrong and what's right
But when asked how about something to eat
They will answer in
I was just a curly-haired mountain boy
On my way
Passing through I heard a voice
Whisper good evening
I turned to a shadow
And saw her there
So
Had a rusty hot rod on a country road
And a John Deer tractor with a radio
Just a long haired farm boy with jukebox dreams
Hit the town
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
the high rollers, street hustlers
Fast money, fast life
But you don't care, 'til you end up with a bullet in your head, boy
People of the city, stop
man known to turn home boys to tourists.
I love the JVC Force and MC Shan,
but draw upon dreams and fractured memories.
I've factored remedies
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
every word.
Darkest beauty that I've ever heard.
Set free, you're soaring with the birds.
Dark haired girl misunderstood,
And when it happened to you
are they gonna stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself,
When those Bad Boy
the long haired wide eyed boy selling dope and looking for a place to hide
This song is for you big motel on the mountain just in thought to pass the time
TOLLITE, O PUERI, FACES
tollite, o pueri, faces: Boys! Raise the weding torches
flammeum video venire. I see
on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
But don't stand there and block
minutes and then
The boys would leap out and sing
And this is what they were singing
Long haired preachers come out every night
Try to tell you what's
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were
doing
Curves on curves
Hypnotized by your movements
Slurred I'm sauced
Baby don't be an illusion
Swang wit me
Bright lights
Don't fade on me
Shawty
are they gonna stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself,
When those Bad Boy
Well I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace in Dallas a club in New Orleans
Diamonds on my fingers silk imported clothes
And I
long that we been chasing
Old heads said "cant rush this, gotta pace it"
My gut telling me "boy you going places"
Still out-rapping the niggas that claim
a tow-haired boy with a broken toy, aching to be freed
There's a bone-chilled wind that sweeps the road, from roof peak to the trees. Wait for the bracing tone
Tar-heel boy sings a song
Bout a girl who ain't comin' home
By n by, by n by
She worked too long in the mill
She's gone to those rolling hills in
Way back in 1969 I was 10 years old and working on the story of an American boy
Growing up in a small town
The world was filled with people who
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