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Earl Campbell
I got that drip she got that wet
We on that fast flow
Leader of this new school shit
Fidel Castro
If its too many mumble rappers
Then
in our authorities or still the same old anxieties?
How heartened are you by the charity found in our communities?
Two
How many are trying to catch our
the morning
Let it give you peace of mind
Just know that trouble won't last
This too shall pass
Because it's almost the morning
It's almost the morning
It's
STILL WALKING
Oh the morning such a morning
And we’re feeling bad about
walking up that hill
Take this morning take this moment
To read the signs
and ya rather fake
Clone babies to eat to dinner, then to either
A cheap place like either a Denny's or Spencer's
But nothing too exquisite
Cos if you keep
weather
Together we faced the wilds
Well the stage we chased
Well he got away
cnd his out in the glen
So we feasted on songs and prayers till the morning
by a Side B
Why don't you just die, screen
Too many screens too many goddamn screens
I'm twisted I'm tilted I've turned
On too many screens too many
many trials
So many trials
He turns into blessings
Consider me blessed
Uh
Got put through a test
Uh
And came out like gold
Only by the grace of God
the fears and loosed by the tears
It's already been too many years
It's already been too many years
So hey, what's the hold up right here
Paralyzed by fear,
As I walked out one morning so fair
I spied a young woman with raven black hair
I could tell right away by the look in her eyes
That here was a woman
your house the last time I came and put it on ya
Too many thirsty girls up in this club for me to leave here with one of them that's why I call her
by far, grab a seat witness the King then
Leather aroma, suicide doors, slitting the wrist in the morning
I whip up the potion, devise a plan that's
An Ulster man I am proud to be
From the Antrim glens I come
And though I've laboured by the sea
I have followed fife and drum
I have heard
people call me Kareem, at work they call me Glen
I was on tour last year, this year I'll do it again
And though I'm not a politician I know all my rights
tuck in the wires again, dream of that promise land
Talk of the day we'd raise a storm
Written by Grant Campbell
Would she make me feel like cryin'?
Would she make me feel so small?
There's been too many years gone by
There's been too many years gone by
How could I
Jehovah you dey bless me
Ah ah
Leggo
SEE
Oluwa too they bless me with so many Rabba
Dance and sing my song tapa tapa
Jehovah too they bless me
ghosts I went to Shocs Leisure Pak
I hate Neil Mohan
He gets too many tans
He'll be in France
When I send him to France
I feel like Stewie Griffin
My head
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
you rocked it
I got so many goals that I'm chasing
Watching me catch 'em you'd think I'm a cop
Way that I pounce as soon as I see em
I'm seizing
ON AND ON words & music by Brian Campbell
On and on
and over and over
and day after day
I think about you --
Though day after day
play too many games
Ain't gon ever fight straight up
So we chasing our tails sparring with the insane
All red flags point to a fatal end game
The side
play too many games
Ain't gon ever fight straight up
So we chasing our tails sparring with the insane
All red flags point to a fatal end game
The side
polaroids
So many flicks
First album done
So let's fill up some mo
Lets go off track
Hide away in the cabins
Life ain't moving too fast
And i'm so use
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