Lyrics:
can be so nasty
In a cut throat war for popularity
A much more beautiful person
Than he'll ever know
Close your eyes and let time tick by
In this life,
and more and more
I vote for so much more
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what's up
That's that road I
ever know.
High school kids can be so nasty
In a cut-throat war for popularity.
A much more beautiful person then he'll ever know.
CHORUS
Close your
the street from Jerry's Bait shop
You know the place
Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy
Except, of course, for
an object or person
Can you rock a party without rehearsing?
I can, anytime, on the spot rhyme
Many recording artists can't do it, but I'm
More than just
namers split a brain and plant a taste for the King of kings. I know it's a strange concept.
Pedalin' redemption boy what more can I say make me
The Terminal Tavern
By David Wilcox
Ah, what a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in these walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands
or your mental health
I go for self, but the real self is one with all
This self who's by himself does fall
Down, just like the guy who first was down, but
with tortured organ systems were too bitch for the primordial soup
Energy recouped by predatory behavior, definition glitched
The sexually sinister
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
Definitely know you are me number one choice
You are the girl that I want by me side cause
To get to here you come so far
Remember the first time I saw
You
beautiful
And let you know how I feel by rhyming with some kind of taste
But nothing I can think of is more beautiful
Than what I feel inside when I look
beautiful
And let you know how I feel by rhyming with some kind of taste
But nothing I can think of is more beautiful
Than what I feel inside when I look
of the world it's beautiful
But there's no place to fall
For the record aye, I give a damn if I never said shit again
My career was meant for me to come
should the verses I have laid
Be more important to me than the persons I have raised
I guess I'm saying that to say that opportunity
But they just don't
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
Please forgive your bad son.
At least have some soup
before you leave.
I made it for you.
Yes, mother.
The woodcutter held a bowl of soup
while
shit came out perfect
Let the guns speak for they self, I ain't never been a loud person
Walkin' 'round the house in the turban
These niggas washed up
a serving size too large for one, and yet too small it seems for some.
So give up, give in or believe that there’s a SOUP-erpower waiting within?
Still I’m
of my wind pipe
Sit right next to me I want to be
In this part of the galaxy for the rest of infinity
Fulfilling my fantasy isn't much of a challenge
a friend, you're so much more,
The person I've been searching for.
My friend is my love, you're my everything,
A bond so strong, it's a beautiful thing.
You
MORE THAN THE RACCOONS PUPPIES AND KITTENS,
SO MUCH BABY YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
YOU ARE THE UNIQUE THAT I
Been writing my wrongs
One day at a rhyme
Been icing these songs
With Jonny Nice on the beat
Cooking rice for the soup
Take a second to breathe
made everything good and beautiful reflected in it shrink to almost
Nothing, and everything bad and ugly stand out more clearly than ever.
All
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