Lyrics:
Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer
Kiss me, out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, (swing, swing) swing
Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer
Kiss me, out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, (swing, swing) swing
Mothers crying all alone
What did I do wrong?
Raising up a family
You've got to be so strong
After the love has gone
How can we carry on?
After
Run For It (feat. Leigh Nash of Sixpence None The Richer)
I can't fight the fighter, I keep losing ground
and I can't hide the hider with you
time and space summoning
Something beautiful or dangerous
Love in stereo, you'll all around me
You're ethereal i could breathe your name
Sixpence none
but now I fear none
And if you ain't got will I don't give a fuck
Don't start none, won't be none
Don't speak, don't hear, and don't see none
Only
On the shores of gitchgoomy by the shining big sea water
Hiawatha old and grayin' listened to the older prophet listened to Lagu
And the young men
Mothers crying all alone
What did I do wrong?
Raising up a family
You've got to be so strong
After the love has gone
How can we carry on?
After
hang round none of you niggas cause you niggas might be snitchin'
But I ain't gotta deal with you, I ain't eat with you
How you bitches let these bogus
farther down the track
He said "I'm your man I wouldn't do you wrong"
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa thinkin' about her man
Far away the couples were
a little farther down the track
He said I'm your man I wouldn't do you wrong
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa thinkin' about her man
Far away
Maybe they come by land
Maybe they come by sea
Maybe they've already come
Maybe they come by me
Slipping into the twilight
I ride the broken
Trigger,
To carry me off into my favorite dream.
Chorus:
Roy Rogers, Roy Rogers, Oh you were my hero,
A man made of steel on a horse made of gold
Together
by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said
stopping won’t I? And by the time I end up stopping
You’ll be rocking one of the rings you pointed out while shopping with a nigga don’t lie
She’s losing it
a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I want to pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear
guns so every weh mi go mi carry one
Man born as a real strong African
Making money yea mi skiller than a magician
Taking over like the Talibans
Hustle
you're stalked by the hunter of the fronter,
Who's size five and sexy.
Quick, they catch your body and another one next week.
Huh it doesn't matter
and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit
You look at this picture with a wondering eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's side
They tell a story for you know there is one
With
You believe it when they tell you
One lie followed by another
Have you ever stopped to think
Could it be that, you're too stupid to ever understand
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