Lyrics:
a girl in real life?
Don't you want a crib? You could fuck all night
Don't you wanna buy yo' mom something real nice?
Don't you wanna stunt? Live that
I was more forgiving in the beginning
You know, you never let the good ones go
Holding onto you like rope
Talking to my memories like they would
Bombay
Cavendish and Cabernet
Not a fan of rosé
Would it still smell as sweet
Called by another name?
You can rely on me
To give you all my protection
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never get answered
For the rest of my days
Am I jaded
By the notches on my belt?
All I know is where I've been
And how it felt
So when the memory
Lay me down by the sea of wisdom
Lay me down
Lay me down
Where your grace is so freely given
Lay me down to rest
Tie my hands with a blood red
I've was drowning at the surface
Hung by a thread
And I never thought I'd make it up again
But I'm back up on my feet now
I can hold up my chest
just go on and on
For the rest of my life, that memory will stay
Man, fuck, that was a good time
I don't feel afraid from you
I don't feel afraid
I had the chance to say otherwise?"
You know what it feels like?
To see the rest of your life flash before your eyes?
To hear the words to make
the times of my life
1989 was a dream in a dream
We straddled the thin line between
What it means or it seems to be
Sure enough we left the world
meant to be,
Love Child, born in poverty,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, take a look at me.
I started my life in an old, cold,
gets old
Real fast, In a small town
When you think your life is passing you by
It kills him to let her go
But she wants to fly
So he gives her
to be
Love child, born in poverty
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, take a look at me
I started my life in an old, cold, rundown tenement slum
My
meant to be,
Love Child, born in poverty,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, take a look at me.
I started my life in an old, cold,
Sometimes when I walk the streets
I'm overcome by this fantasy
That I'm the only one whose mind is not yet gone,
And that the rest live in
did best,
We only had one week to do the rest,
The days were filled with joy and pain,
Still missing that game.
Days turns in and weeks go by
never meant to be
Love child, born in poverty
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, take a look at me
I started my life in an old, cold run down
Inserted with appropriate timing
Because if I ain't got a penis line
I ain't dining
No homo, but seriously I'm getting faded
And my life is like my vids
Feeling like I’ve been sinking
Rest my eyes, bed of the lake
Feeling like I’m pretending
Feeling like I don’t deserve this treasure
I’m scared I’m
in the valley of the shadow of death (yeah)
I can take rest 'cause the living God is living in my chest
Everyday I wake up feeling blessed (feeling
pile up like mashed potato snow around my door.
They say that fear's a man's best friend and every day it seems that I have more.
Well, I'm going
And if ever I go too far
It's because of the things you are
Beautiful town'I love you
And if I need a moment's rest
Give your lover the very best
Real
Good love, left me feeling kinda bad,
Riled up, after all the fun we had,
Put off, by your dirty meddlin'
Ain't that long since,
I was your hootchie
judgment
Otherwise, blame me
Keep my words, we won't be stuck by that
Feel the last song
Breath 'cuz the world will bleed on you and me
Take a lesson,
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