Lyrics:
feel more broken than black
More sunken in sadness, anchored in anger
I harness this hardened heart and hardship surrounded by darkness
Despite the white
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
the dark by taking the white to the nose
Poker face and now she'll continue in with the show
Scrutinize for freeing the truth about the system
All she
a good reason why I'm going to leave
Family and personal relationships out
Of this book
Because this book is way too great
For love and that love is
Pretty
falling bells shattered the great wooden beams below. By some grace, the tower of San Mercuriale was spared.
[Family Story]
Narrator:
One family named
who did.
Many centuries ago, St Augustine - the saint of my church - wrote that a people was a multitude defined by the common objects of their love
closer
Swimming in my head like a Great White
All I need anything
To distract me from this empty feeling
Build me up
To feel the fall and
Fall in
our story
Is supposed to end
So, baby, come home, I miss you so
Let me love you all night long
Baby, just stay, and don't walk away
I can't live without
Makin' love to the money I swear the sex great
I kick dem hoes out but let the money stay
Makin' love to the money like a sextape
I'm talkin' Kim
on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire
loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
Like my heart that's been Broken [refrain]
By a white picket fence
That gate's like a barrier to What we had before
A reminder of love that don't Live
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I
the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still
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
went, uh
I stayed at my mentor's house, Solomon
And then I stayed back at my Godparent's house, Mary Jo and Bernie, I love ya'll
Uh, Mary Jo, I'm sorry
forth abundantly the moving creature that had life, and fowl that may fly above the farm upon the hen house of the farm.'
21 And Leonard created great
Light work
Forces blue jeans and a white shirt
Well it might be, Though it's likely
That I'll be in forces and a white tee
Yeah you've got great
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
And precious lessons learnt
Welcome to the House Of Madam White
Who's got a case of sorrow?
Who's got a broken heart?
Who's got a twitchy eyelid?
Who's got
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