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no, and she cried
But now I'm haunted by the memory of you
Like an itch that I just can't scratch
I get drunk and then it all comes back
To haunt me
Wake up, birds sing
New day, phone rings
Mom calls, tells me
"Have a good day, you've got this baby"
Life goes on in the world outside
But life can
ตอนกูไป outside เพื่อนกูยิงเหมือนกับ Kobe
แต่ว่าใจกูมันไหลลงใน Codien
มึงอย่าพึ่งเข้ามาทักตอนนี้ Too deep
I got team by side i got gang by side
purring by your side
Fixing coffee for the two of us
It should be ready when you get up
Kitchen light falls on the snow outside
I'll keep you safe and warm
Could I get a rainbow sign?
Something to remember you by?
With more intricate animal parts
Two-by-two doom and gloom
Any minute now, she'll
What do we do in these crazy times?
Inside, outside, I can feel it in my mind
In the ocean and the river, I can feel it in the tide
And all day,
long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not
like menopause, I make niggas act like biatches
Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin' with they ass full of stitches
Woo! I just don't give a fuck
I
girl, I'm in the street with my niggas goin' crazy
When I say street I mean outside daily
I never took a L so I'm L-less like Tracee
Her blouse see
Frightened and bewildered, not making any sense
Dazzled by the virgin's radiance
And the icons in the church crying tears of blood
The water in the wells
outside, the sun got gutter
By the clouds in the sky, it stay hot like summer
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...
Even when the well runs
I've said this before no matter how hard I try.
I can't stop being bored while this world passes by.
So!
These people, they just have no meaning.
it's sunny skies
It is gloomy inside when the world outside
Just don't seem right
But I'm sitting by myself and
Watching it pass by
And I'm thinking
a little out of style
Too simple, too Country and way too proud
Of the red on our necks and the blue collar dollars we make
We don't call it a truck less
drum chops have seen it all
His eyes were dead
Mine always been bloodshot red
Midwest or Venice first or second amendment
Shell casing or penmanship
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
Oh, cake, cake
Oh, cake, cake
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Baby, this might sound rude
I'm taken but I want you
And I don't wanna play by the book, no rules
going very far
To the East to meet the Czar
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms
together
And the minutes they pass, and the hours they fly
This year, this Christmas forever (ooh)
And the weeks and the months go rushing by
This year
my friend
To reach the great beyond
You'll have more fun by reaching
For a red-head or a blonde
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy
you take four?"
Poor boy - never say die
Things will be all right by and by
Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
The game is the same
know why?
'Cause it's spoken by the brother, whose name is spelt
The "I" the C-E-T., cold chillin', rhyme villain on the M-I-C
With raps roarin',
Preachers at the church knowing, we still get by
(From this point on it only gets rougher)
Teachers at the school knowing
(From this point on it only gets
of the darkness
Will take her life
The demon takes the body
Of the bloodless gal
Outside she's looking pretty
Inside a beast of hell
That's what you are
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