Lyrics:
better days
You don't know what someone else endured but we don't hesitate
To judge them by appearance and this world is full of hell and hate
The poor
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
His hands once worked a mine in the lowlands
They now clutch the scarred stock of a loaded bolt-action
Twenty-six year old eyes that have seen
All this body gets in the way (it's so far away)
A reminder, a viewfinder for you
Poor old mr. faust, he had to sign in blood
Surrounded by
one woman all alone
So he rode on out to Hatties
Some flowers in his hand
And he courted her and won her heart
Poor Hattie thought she'd found her man
snails
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry
You froze in your sand shoal
Prayed for your poor soul
to blame yourself for the emotional waste you took with you upon your leaving
Sorry, I haven't introduced myself
Here is the six-year-old girl
God bless this one, it goes out to my late grandpa
Who to me was a little like real life santa
Now all who remains is just my poor old grandma
So now
this poor boy's heart
By the look in his eyes he ain't cried in
years
And he's reatining a five gallon tear
Doc wrote a prescription to induce
I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been down and out I been up
Cause I don’t love her no more
Gold digging niggas
Poor love who want it
Cause I don’t want it niqqa
-after beat break -
Poor my heart out
Losing it
Trips around the world
House in Florida sign say sold
No longer vacant
Cause we own
The memories the ones untold
They fill our heart from young to old
(Aye, aye turn me up T.A.)
Yeah
Not by power
Not by might (Nah.!)
Only by the spirit that resides in Christ
Sword in my hand
Know that I'm ready
knows no prejudice
It knows neither rich nor poor
And her lips were trembling when her eyes met his
And his heart belong to him no more
And all through
a poor sinner's soul
Come take me by the hand”
“My soul, sir, it is aching
My heart weighs down on me
Come take me down, just out of town
Let me make my
spirit when you introspect
Reflect on regret
Forget about death
But under us, you will live forever!
2021, living like 84
Hearts poor
Tryna rob the money
the blues
Is a achin' old heart disease
Do it, now
You gon' do it?
Tell me all about it
Said the blues
Is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption
meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul" says I,
ride
She's a real bitch 572 and all that spazz
Rumblin' down that pipe
Sounding like a real lover's ride
Get home by 9
Hear my mom yelling at the old
to lose any part of the heart of my people
Devils eyes deceitful
I know that guy personally and some of his demons
But just know how to grow is by putting
The pattern, especially when you sang
In the bleak midwinter, poor as I am
What can I give him, give to him my heart
When you sang that in the Cathedral with
All
at the bottom of the Seine
There are flowers at the bottom of the Seine
They are nourished by slime and mud
There are hearts at the bottom of the Seine,
Who'll
and sting
Shake your hand
And steal your ring
Gambles and bets
By now you know
The more you play
The worse it gets
You seemed so sure,
My poor old fool
I'm gonna use what I got to get what I need
I'm gonna use what I use all I got
To get what I need, yeah
Look, I was born in a little old shack
.jpg/214px-Sleigh_Bells_C04_(8176850057).jpg "Alexis Krauss")
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