Lyrics:
built for two
We don't care, we don't mind
If we be in front we be right behind
We don't care if they laugh at us
Let 'em take the bus and leave
He's built like a trolley
Three cheers for the bus driver
The bus driver today
Three cheers for the bus driver
The bus driver, the bus driver
Three
I turned down the covers on a bed where two lovers
Found reasons to face each new day
In a room full of memories, in a house built for love
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough
But I was built to break the mold
The only dream that I've been chasing is my own
So I sing a song for the hustlers trading at the bus stop
Single
Why you acting like you mad at us?
He be playing Fortnite touching kids up on the battle bus
Thomas Tommy boy and they be like "Who?" (Who)
Dodge Ram
But I was built to break the mold
The only dream that I've been chasing is my own
So I sing a song for the hustlers trading at the bus stop
Single
his nose
Then my fears would melt away and Tige would go lie down
I'd drift on back to sleep without another sound
The big bus stopped I got off it
All the boys, all the boys and girls
Wanna be like us tonight
All the boys, all the boys and girls
Ride the magic bus tonight
I'm a sinner, I'm
Thomas, là ça
Colette Thomas, c'était une petite merveille
Elle avait une p'tite jupe plissée - écossaise - un chandail blanc,
Elle était blonde et elle
He didn't want us kids to rodeo
He wanted more out of life for us
Maybe banking, or a lawyer
Or maybe even driving some old bus
Well that's when
Copyright 1987 Thomas A. Darsey
Precious Lord take my hand
Lead me on
Help me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through
Avenue
Built up on cinder blocks off the ground
What with the rain and the soft swampy land
By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
Were
on its brow
They've built forty storeys upon that old hill
And the oak's an old chestnut now
'Member the meadows so green, dear
So fragrant with
to your mothership, boy, this that gutter shit
Breaking down the weed to get high as Thomas and Kai
But y'all ain't ready for that shit, that's more like
seized between us and the very next bus
Got a 30 dollar pocket built
A plank it begs so walk it
Every thought is mine or not
Just get your fingers
better scores
I built a house like this
I'm sleepin' through the war
I'm married to my boredom
No man afraid of gore
I'm drivin' 'round my worry
all the boys and girls
Wanna be like us tonight
All the boys, all the boys and girls
Ride the magic bus tonight
I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner
I'm
the waves
Good way floating by
Son, this bus must be leaving
And thankless always the man
Man who built these hands
Brothers Wilber and Orville Wright
Built wings out of wood and steel
Folks said that thing'll never fly
They said, "watch, I bet it will"
We've
to steal or (play defense)
attack built on guile (or pretense)
Hit and run, move em over (makes no sense)
Jack it over the fence
The All or Nothings: 3 true
built
You'll be Thomas, I'll be Martha Wayne
I tell myself I got things to do
But still I'm sitting here talking to you
I wouldn't miss this conversation
we built
Then they must bleed
I've seen splatter hit the snow when the blood freeze
Scraps over territory they know we must keep
Get home and white
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