Lyrics:
more kids
That'll kill than reap fortunes
Mountains of poor kids
Deplored by the sordid
More that are thwarted
Held back and deported
I don't like
Ooh yeah, I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
now
I'd rather live by a dream than live by a lie
And that's why
There ain't no cure for what i've got baby
We just have to suffer
I feel no pain,
Told a lie on the news and tore a nation in two on live TV
Since he was a teen had a wild little scheme to obtain the crown
Now he got a little red
I saw four horses; they were coming around the mountain
I saw four horses; they were coming around the bend
I saw a pale horse walking by my bedroom
the heat in the Hamptons
With my baby by my side
And I want to climb up a mountain
See the Gilboa skies
Find peace in the Catskills
Catching a New York
foolish
All stainless steel, quick to match it with my toolie
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you, as long as you're getting rich
fevered brow
Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains
Still sings in the canyons
Still lives in my heart
Words and music by John Denver
nests just out of reach of small white teeth and noses
Filled with dirt going up over the mountains covered with tall trees and
Green needles and red
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
the Tao muffin
My brother Aaron is preparing to be staring at a glaring flaring red herring swearing
That he found something
Hopefully by mentioning it it
one whole long year together
And at the end, I had to go
By my Mary's side, I wept and cried
I'd never been laid so low
She said, Boy when you first
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead]
Alright!
Hey, are we ready?
Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet
My middle name is
live without
Yeah you keep me holding on
In Red Hill town
See the lights go down on
I'm hanging on
You're all that's left to hold on to
I'm still
live without
Yeah you keep me holding on
In Red Hill town
See the lights go down on
I'm hanging on
You're all that's left to hold on to
I'm still
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Lost long ago through the ages of time
Once ruled immortal the gardens of lies
Wandering together they stood side by side
Storm winds from
Constellations in the sky show the oldest story ever told
It's all written in the stars, life and death of our sacred Ors
Influencing our lives with
of David by my side
I'm a giant killer
I'm a mountain mover
Nothing can block my way
Dem say I go die
I say I go live to declare
The works of the lord
All our life, out there to find
The road is long, there are mountains in our way
But we climb them a step every day
Love lift us up where we belong
burning
My eyes are red as my world keeps turning
As we climb the mountain
On your faith we're counting
Good lord
We're working so hard to live
Paying for
estrellas
And they call us the gonzos, the gonzo compadres
Los gatos con queso, and we love our mommies
We live by the mountains, we live by the sea
We live
I remember how I got started with you
It had to be watching The Color Purple
One time while I was still in high school
I was fascinated by the scene
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