Lyrics:
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
Telling my
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
[Chorus]
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
since then playing my part
Life’s going by like Neptune, take it in no test tube
Blessed up, spittin at you, some of these old lines vault shit little
Parody of "Where the Green Grass Grows" by Tim McGraw (Jess Leary/Craig Wiseman), Song Matters Inc. (ASCAP)/Leary's Tavern Music (ASCAP)/Daddy Rabbit
a nigga spot you catch me posted' like a billboard
What's in my pocket junkies come around they ah kill for
Ain't got no money, sign your life over, let's
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
them?
And if a loved one ever passes I'm building a monument
A street name change, anything possible to bring peace
Construct a song about my puzzled life
life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one
And the main lesson
And this was over years
But the drummer always
Has to do what's best for the song
And one day
Yaeli's daughter Hadas
Told my sister and I
I wrote songs
All alone in my bedroom
And never told a soul growing up I'd sell mine to sing them
Then I went and learned the hard way And I gladly
wallabee clarks
Young cold hustlers, obviously sharp
Voom with the purpose to bloom, so in tuned
Dialogue like the Disciples in the circle of goons
My ace
need
Gypsy Songman passing by
Yeah, my whole life is a song and I'll share it with you now
Pickin' and a singin', I'll get by somehow
A dime would help
afraid of who you are
Cuz I know you a star
You know I struggled all my life just to make it this far
Just live yo life don't think about you making it
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
the presence of crooks
We live this street life
Written By: DL Clark
attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
by my side, we're like Lous and Clark
We will be flying around the world with your hand in mine
Showing everyone what true love is like
because Gena
the price isn't
Right got the whip and I ain't got the license for it
And Jill got me living like my life is golden
Sitting on the sofa feeling high
be singing my songs from LA to Hong Kong
I'm tryna get a world tour with my cool kids, grinding so hard think we really might do it
But for now just
get the blunt and we spark
Feelings I had kept away from my heart
I know I’m destined to be on the charts
Pain life forever and we
and never dine alone, meanwhile back at sea level it was home by home zone for zone, bloom county's homeless riot for home ownership, I hope you put gas in
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