Lyrics:
thunk is nuthin'
But a lot of funk
Bunk down on in my place
Only a dream (hum)
Only a dream (hum)
Only a dream (hum)
thinkin' ain't doin' me no good no
the captains, captains quarters must retreat
Pack the compass, pack the tents, take the bunks
They just chalked it down in history but they kept their
doesn't matter whose dad's richest now
How you been sleeping
From the top bunks further to fall down
You turned that around on me
You turned that
I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley
Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best
Got an old stove there that'll cook three square
And a bunk
I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley
Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best
Got an old stove there that'll cook three square
And a bunk
killed all the lights
And the others are sleeping
With their eyes shut down tight
And we all pray the same prayer
In our fevery bunks down there
Save us
you could touch the sky
When you're up on the top of the bunk, of your big bunk bed
Down on the bottom of the bunk, of the big bunk bed
Down
bust down like a twelve-bunk on tour
She suddenly realize she'll never
Escape the allure of a Black man
White man needing satisfaction
At first, it
Swoon like a net swaying in the air,
Slip-sliding down a hole.
Knots in our hair, brush me harder.
Things I think I forget: top bunk spying down
down to knees
Prayin to God because I grieve
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to go
I'm free
Look in the mirror and realize its me
Hop out da bunk and fall down
mornin' and wanders what for
'Cause there' s nobody home on the range anymore
There's nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunk house
you'd think they brothers,
When the show hits the road,
they bunk down with a shiny green toad,
His name's Harry, never did marry
but his boyfriend's name
As she bust down like a 12 bunk on tour
She suddenly realized she'll never escape the allure
Of the black man, white man, needed satisfaction, at first
I'm not afraid of you now, I know
So I climbed down from the bunk beds this low
I can talk back to you now, I know
From a few things I learned
a monk
Peep my wrist, think it's bunk
Bust down, that ain't bunk, ayy
Gravy got the drip they call me Mr. Hydration
Bitch, I do not play and you look
All these senses I type away to bunk down
Who I need is who I broke into a million pieces
You would read my lyrics till the paper creased and pulled
song
Where each bunk has a soft feather pillow
There are soft downy rugs on the floor
In the yard there are green weeping willows
And a welcome sign
that’s coming up
It takes our future down the bunk
We are the new plague
Aye
6am, 6am aye
Making music so they all can understand aye
6am, 6am aye
On the top bunk and we never coming down aye
6am, 6am aye
Wake up in
humongous
She look like she's wearing a thong, I said that's too many sunbeds
On top like a bunk bed, down low like a drunk head
Cycle vicious, I'm swimming
nights
Hopeless lay me down
Bunk beds, shared rooms
So much kids all around
It’s so clear, Christmas is near
Does anyone really cares
This little kid
A slight shiver went through me when the chaplain walked in
Just a friendly visit sitting on the bottom bunk
He looked down at his hands
Slim
You travel on a bus
Your baggage in the back
You find it when you get there
You pull it from a stack
Drag it to your cabin
Choose a bunk to sleep
Lay
All the ugly people be quiet
I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down
I'ma hold my own, yeah
Bitches laying on the floor like
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