Lyrics:
we'll take our time
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
The night is still young
The night
bread and wine
To keep me cool inside
I had a home
Inside of me
Acoustic
Acoustic loneliness
I knew a young girl by the name of Suzie
Now she
still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
How dare we sit quietly
And watch the world pass us by
How dare we sit
a Quitter and you bitter cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'mma kill you,
sweeter when you are
Seeing things brightly
When you take things a little more lightly
Just mix it up, you'll keep finding
That life is sweeter when you
Could I get your name again?
Some situation that we're in
Woke up by each other's side
It got a little crazy last night
Last thing I remember
I
The mixtape's got a little Hank, little Drake
A little somethin' bumpin', thumb thumpin' on the wheel right
The mix in our drink's a little
young slung, hung here
Shorty, the nigga from here
With a little ambition just what we can become here
And as the father passed his story down to his
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
splashed
In jams, I mash like Alan Alda niggas nod
Thangs say "Hey" as if I was Little Walter
'87 strip walker, taught the code of the area
By stayin',
Could I get your name again?
Some situation that we're in
Woke up by each other's side
Got a little crazy last night
[Chorus]
Last thing I remember
a republic or democracy
Or monarchy, it's malarkey
Don't mind me if I seem a little off-key, or I sing a little off-key
But when we're on keys, we can
Over head
You hang a twig of merry mistletoe and
Ol' Saint Nicholas gay are we
Catching kisses by the yuletide tree
How does it feel to be such
The mixtape's got a little Hank, little Drake
A little somethin' bumpin', thumb thumpin' on the wheel right
The mix in our drink's a little
an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause
Every sailor's son
Is taught when they are young
That the pull of the moon lingers on
Something we can't escape
From Bimini 'round the cape
Mix
the fighter from the streets
Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet
Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat?
Or escape the needle
We are the mothers of civilization
We carry the entire nation on our backs
Our wombs have birthed America's greatest accomplishments
But be clear,
Wosiyababona kancane, kancane kancane
(Oh we just barely see them, little by little)
Ayabaleka amasoka namantombazana
(The popular young men are
a little bit of love
We'll mix it with a bit of sunshine
Mix it up
And here we are
Strangers, barefoot dancing on the bar
The bottom of the bottle seems so
Drums: Liam Genockey
Bass Guitar: Pete Zorn
Keyboards: Ian Lynn
Woodblocks: Frank Ricotti
Acoustic Guitar: Gerry Rafferty
Clarinets/Strings Arranged By
a nigga to
get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. Cause police and little black
niggas don't mix so
Now I'm creepin'
Through the fall.
could hear the city bells
Ring whatever I would do
No, there's no place-
Like London
Mr. Todd, sir?
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You
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