Lyrics:
of who was feeding whom
Back then at the start
We could eat with anyone we cared
I should've known you was full
By the way that you handed to me
We
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit
We only knew each other by letter,
When I met her over the train,
When the smoke cleared and the dust was still,
She was standing there
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days
that
Lead chin check
To your dome its on black
Respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap
Hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days
guard
Handed me a drink
I heard the golden band on my hand
Ring against the glass and that
Cheatin' heart attack was gone at last
I felt, a cheatin'
To burn it down
Your forgotten ground
The golden bough with a rope
Lies there for you to climb
Higher and higher
But by this rope you can hang
If
fingertips smell of your hair
swept away all of my fear
forever in my ears i hear
now that i'm yours
handed you the keys of my own golden cage
and you keep
We only knew each other by letter
I went to meet her off the train
When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still
She was standing there
Golden hair, golden smile, golden voice
Singing softly but telling lies
I've always been thinking you could never harm a fly
While your darkest
time pass you by waiting on wishes to come true
Not a damn thing worth its weight in this world gets handed to you
One more quick point for me to make
where the clown buzzards fly
You don't bullshit me with none of your piss poor answers
Wishing they was handed to you by all the masters
This lack
these frogs in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
How would you describe this left handed loony
Toony votoony, dancegate pressure
Heading
me
See how we run
To the promises
Sold by the dream
Where the winner takes it all
Handed the keys to the kingdom
Fortune smile
Our feet don't touch
Prisoners are guided through the golden halls of the palace of the souls.
Fairytales that have lost their gruesome origin by being handed down from
All your life things were handed to you
On a silver platter with a golden spoon
And you only do just enough to get by
You never had to work a hard
as fast as the action
So passionate you can tell by laughing
And its blessed you golden by the sun
So keep pushing on, you're on a good run
And I know that
The tracks spun just as fast as the action
So passionate you can tell by laughing
And its blessed you golden by the sun
So keep pushing on, you're on a good
(1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4)
Handed me a roadmap and a car
Said "Be home soon, and don't go off too far"
In the trunk, I'd stashed a suitcase and my guitar
I'll
and Father handed down
The Victory now here is mine,
Judgements price for shameless theft
Exacted and Immortalized...
BY THE FLAMES OF THE BLACK STAR
BY
Everything that you do is judged by how you look
And this is my vision
You ain't never know my story
All handed out to you was glory
How could you have
down
Your forgotten ground
The golden bough with a rope lies there
For you to climb higher and higher
But by this rope you can hang
If you've
JunyTony Story Musical,
The Golden Ax and the Silver Ax,
shall we start?
Once upon a time,
there lived a woodcutter.
He was an honest man
but
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