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calling Tell me why You no Dey answer You're the parsonage That have never seen Why you look damn pretty Like a goblin You're the parsonage That have
Take your photographs from off the sill Taste the salt of seven seas And love thy will empty out your parsonage And empty out the orphanage Please
Prosperity in a Beverley abode Parsonages fit for Tom Petty The dusty carpenter from Galilee Is compelling But triumph in the saddle of a Tesla
a lot of shit about FreeYao Parsonage baby, a young ass nigga that had the whole hood going crazy Real Buck baby, I can front my liks anything cuz they
flow shortage I don't have bar limits You don't want to start with it Skrt skrt skrt, parked at the parsonage Authentic, I just told Tito I don't rap no
of the parsonage Pardoning pilferage at no extra charge at all Back at the ranch meanwhile nobody'd moved a bone The sheriff was flinging cards into a hangman's
should go get some help And I've felt safe within my misery Finding comfort in my parsonage Where no one has to know how much I hurt And I've tried to keep
He shouted it out from Hamlet's pressed lips That the parsonage owed him a million white tips Of the dream that the doctor had planted in mist Had
and his heart started dropping He don't get this way often but he's gritting his teeth Someone broke into the parsonage, the neighbors heard the poppin'
I broke my wrist punching through a wall in the parsonage The congregation can't see me crying I've got a swollen eye from wrestlin my demons every
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