Lyrics:
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
the light to come
And the green is for every love
It's Christmas time the birds are singing
A sweet song that sounds like a hymn
Its Christmas time
of thee"
"Come in, come in," said his old true love
"And have a seat by me
It's been three quarters of a long, long year
Since together we have been"
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
Pretty boy
I live for your emerald green eyes
Stand by your emerald green lies
Like hatin’ on your mothers side
Making all your Daddy's cry
(yeah
what he or she look like or no matter what he or she do
(God, she preaching right?) Aight
Well, if you fall in love, you can fall out of love (true
true love
You will know it
By her smile, by the look in her eye
Scent of pine trees in the air
Never knew a day so fair
It makes you feel so good
By the old road, where I pass now, there's a twilight on the air.
And as the sun sets down before me, I see my true love waiting for me, standing by
diamonds lying there.
By the old road where I pass now,
There's a twilight in the air.
And as the sun sets down before me,
I see my true love waiting
soul
Give your love to me my fallen angel
Give your love to me I'll always be true
Give your love to me my fallen angel
And I'll be your fool
And I'll
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
at the ball;
Amidst them was my own true love, the fairest of them all,
He was young but he was daily growing.
At the age of sixteen he was a married man,
Your green eyes, I see you smile
I've been waiting every day to call you mine
And all these days, I've been seeing you by my side
But dear, I never
Jacob and sons
Jacob, Jacob and sons
Jacob, Jacob and sons
Jacob, Jacob, Jacob
Jacob and sons
Red, yellow, green, brown
Scarlet, black, ocher, peach
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
By chance it was I met my love
It did me much surprise
Down by a shady myrtle grove
Just as the sun did rise.
The birds they sang right gloriously
I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
So I can
here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler,
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
dogs
True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas
Can't get with us 'cause we rip shit up
It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub
Here's a toast
believe in me label,
Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down
Just for the love of money yeah,
For the love of the wasteland Claire,
For the love that
Coloratura
The place we dreamed about
The melodies inside yourself
And love come pouring out
And everyone's allowed
We're feathered by the crowd
And up
The grass is green and the sky is blue
My head is clear and my thoughts are true, yeah
that's what I'm sayin'
Callin' out young and old
We got a thing
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