Lyrics:
On my backseat
All collapsed, your head ‘s trembling
Witness your miserable strive
I try to keep to keep you alive
When I found you
Left for dead
Ghosts, once lost, have now been found again
In their absence they have grown in wretchedness
They are relentless in their perception, of my waking
Words and music by John Kay
Though I can't show you the years of my life
That I spend on the road to freedom
Don't let it throw you, I know of your
de-coll-etage?
No, 'Baron de Thenard'
The circles I move in are humbler by far
Go away, Thenardier!
Do you think I don't know who you are?
He's not fooled
I open my Bible
See the letters in red
I don't know who still lives by the words Jesus said
The bodies they're stacking
They reach for the sky
If that
these crooked teeth
I use to be ashamed of being skinny and poor
My mama said she love me but honestly I needed more
I hated seeing mirrors because of my
of promises
But she didn't keep 'em quick enough for some
And a crowd of Doubtin' Thomases
Was predictin' that the summer'd never come
But it's comin', by
is alive and well
I didn't believe her, but she was right
Cause you ain't nothin' but the plantation mistress,
wearing America's corset pulled way
night sky,
She wants him to understand,
That they had unearthed each other,
And the scars endured,
Because the stars alive in her,
That cursed
rotated
By eight, the place dark, one light burn later
Razor wire like a slinky
Rumor is parcel bomb took the secretary right eye and pinky
Evenings, he
gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
And a wink that I found cute, and I said,
"Baby, baby, baby"
(Is this some
gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
And a wink that I found cute, and I said,
"Baby, baby, baby"
(Is this some
wooden stick
Or get shot by a cop with a big fat Glock
At the peak of the mountain top, Boros sit
No motherfucker can stay alive when he die, yeti cry
And they ain't even turned twenty-one
Blood on the streets, cover your eyes, he won't make it out alive
They'll get your life taken by niggas you trying
impressed by
The fame in this era
Shit, my girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
We don't need an umbrella either
Just give us the rain we don't need help
They
Out there, all day, I'm noticing my, I'm noticing my
There is a space under the dust
Someone we found here crafted it into a hiding place
And it
(Uh)
Will I walk this path alone?
Will I be here in the morn?
Yeah
Stay alive, she says cause I pretty much already died (Uh)
It's 10am, my dreams are
Closest I've ever been to meeting Jesus was when
Me and Bobby Penson put up our pink slips on Blue Hole road
Me needle's showing ninety, I flew
Adam & Eve they looked for sensations, young ¨notorious,
Let love gone crazy
Found themselves drift in the dangerous zone
Like a priest
of 18
Fell in Love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a Car
Ended up
On a Life Support Machine
Summer's Day
As she passed away
Birds
of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine
Summer's day, as she passed away
interlude.
A slave to wasted nights and days I could not move.
So, I said unto my god, just get me out alive!
She said, then live a life of simple truth
watched some homies leave (damn)
Thank God, I found out he a rat before the cheese (thank you)
In the California sun, I'm rockin' shorter sleeves
Some
I told my mama I just woke up
And then she let me know
That my life won’t go on
Said my mind is obscure
Said I need to grow up
If I wanna live on
In
Discuss these she found jesus alive by the hoppers Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In