Lyrics:
a separate path"?)
Just a final chance (or is it "it's just the final test"?)
I'll do whatever you tell me, I do all along
(Or is it "I knew it was coming, I
takes his leave
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
Just like it used to be
And as he flies, tears in his eyes
His wind-whipped words echo the final take
That you savor by yourself
Your never cure
If I forgot the lines, is it easy enough to fake it?
Or do you need a moment to re-memorize
And model it
gottem
Verse 1
Its the NFL draft
Time to make my pick
Stunning on these cats
No time to be sick
Top ten pick
I'm in first bitch
His mouth slipped
My history is no secret it's written in the stones
In the hill beside this river rest my mother's gentle bones
And daddy there beside her among his
body driven by my lady
Swingin' like down goes Fraiser
I found patience and still couldn't sit around waitin'
I'm sayin' it got kinda dangerous,
even see me, do you?
And is this my final chance of getting you?
But on and on
from the moment I wake
to the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Tonight's final item is a Global scoop.
The former champion, our Freddie Trumper, talks to Anatoly Sergievsky,
the man who beat him a year ago,
call to me
I am free but life is so cheap
Scenery is still outside of me
All alone, trapped by its beauty
Shayla turned to run away
To leave in
a nickel in
When he danced with his first wife
By '61 his wife was gone
But that jukebox had survived
It was three plays for a quarter
I turned
Yeah, yo
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say, "why did you do it with him today?"
Where did I see those eyes?
Why do I feel your heat?
How do I know your name?
When did we ever meet?
Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell
fuck is the cloud
Do I have anything under my crown
Is it possible to be non-existent
I don't know ask any girl I've seen
I wish Lorde would draft me
Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say, "What did you do with him today?"
He'll sniffed me
loaned them
Running it like Jesse Owens
Going Hulk, no Hogan
Holding back I don't do
You might catch me cheesing like Fondu
If I'm fond of you, yes I'm
to stop him
Working on perfection, draft by draft, through revisions
Opposition tries to block him
He's not stopping with them
He's built different
come home, she kiss him through the phone
But y'all ain't ever do what you rappin'
Yankee fitted, barrel kickin' like it's Snoop in Manhattan, Norf
up myself
Made you out to be the bad guy
Had to do it for my health
Let a couple days go by too quiet
Sending me through downward spiral
Giving it too
scary
But no matter which way you choose it's going down tonight
Streetlights flicker while we pass by in perfect time
I read this had something to do
you say and do
`Cause it can and will be used
Against you by us
We your dearest friends
Judge you "guilty“
Here and now
Of thinking you´re a star
When
nothing to it, babe
We can roll around in the disarray
In the final act of the good old days
What you're holding so close
Calls you by name
What you
you say and do
'Cause it can and will be used
Against you by us
We your dearest friends
Judge you "guilty"
Here and now
Of thinking you're a star
When
You are alone on this life so do what you wanna do
If you think it goes bad just learn from that
What will I do if she texts me back
Middle finger up
a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that
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