Lyrics:
the river on the way to the sea
If you catch a tiger by the tail, you better be ready to kill
Keep it caged it up, and your hand won't be enough to keep it
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane
tied
They can't jam or find their own designs
So we stand to slip out under their watchful eyes
They'll be none the wiser, when we run on by em
And bust
chased by an angry groom
Living past the day
To tell the tale this way
The river flows
shake a shake it firm call him dad
Cuz his daughters got the ass
Snap back with the backpack you gotta fat pack
Give me a fat fap or a lap hat
Got a lap
track and find
That you're moving through the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
And the wheat fields
the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
down the river
People pass her by
She sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
Not knowing what she will do next
Just starts to cry
down the river
People pass her by
She sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
Not knowing what she will do next
Just starts to cry
the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
--- Instrumental ---
I remember that old Rio River
Where I learned to swim
Once,
King Krishnadevaraya went to Cuttack.
There, he reached the banks of the River Narmada.
A great saint was staying there.
Hmmm...
The saint can
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
to go
Until eventually, I give it all to hope
So, I play my green piano by the river and the lake
To voice and ask a question
Do you even know my name?
the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that
I drove through one in desperation
To clock in on time
Pulled over by a cop who was ridin' on a bicycle
Why didn't I just drive away?
You got a Jeep
Hello little bird, why are you so lonely?
Hello little bird, why are you so sad?
Hello little bird, why are you still angry at me?
Hey little bird,
the wild Atlantic by steam boys, by steam
But Captain Roberts he was brave, he liberated many slaves
Chased them slavers round the sea, he was brave he had
and walking by was this man in a Panama hat
Now the man in the Panama hat seemed like a perfectly nice fella
It was raining cats and dogs, but he didn't have
to wash up first.
And then we will both have some food.
So Durvasa left for the river, to have a dip.
Everyone waited for his return.
Hours went by
head
I'm looking around like this can't be happening
Round of applause for the angry rappers
Lord, my girl cried me a flood than me a river
That's
of Jordan
Oh, now you hungry my sad children
And are you thirsty, run to the river
And are you angry my sad children
Take the twelve stones, twelve stones
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