Lyrics:
With no luck so far
I've been trying my best
To let myself be blessed
By falling blossoms
But just like the trees have lost them
I feel like I'm losing
Put my pretty feet up on mean
I call my boyfriend then you gettin' beat up by me
Ayo, what's the teacup on me?
Tryna be down but they can't even keep
Poor Professor Higgins!
Poor Professor Higgins!
Night and day
He slaves away!
Oh, poor Professor Higgins!
All day long
On his feet;
Up
song to myself
Kick glide, over hill over dale
The snow that's falling to the ground
That's precipitation comin' down
Piling high, flake by flake
A gift
the blanket down around my feet
Get me up by six o'clock cause I don't want Flo catch me sleepin' in here
Boy she can flat raise your nose ha ha just let my
the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by
should go and that's enough for me
I turned around and knocked them down and walked across the sea
Hadn't traveled very far when suddenly I saw
Three
around you
And you’re tryna hold the balance by yourself
But the weeds you water
They’re pulling you down hard
Am I being unfair?
To be mad
creation awaits
All your hands have made is falling down
At the feet of a King who wears no crown
All of heavens amazed
Choir of angels sing praise,
warm
Your lungs going up and down
They felt like home
When you grabbed me by the hand and swept me off my feet
oh you flew me to the clouds and dropped
(yeah)
Get up on your feet
Never been the one for backing down
I keep it steady, ready, if somebody at me now
Well, life is funny, so sometimes you
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
showing, climbing, falling, sucking,
Breathing, eyeing, loosing, missing,
You make me feel
Happy, clumsy, angry, rash, cripple, silly, little
Smaller
are rats in the trees
By and by and by and by
Won't you cradle me
My hands are burnt my tongue is bled
My feet are tied to the stoop of my forefathers
on my lid
Now, he wanna ask me how it feel 'cause they say I'm that bitch
Let me slow it down, I make 'em move with it (move with it)
Do what it do
her feet
Glock in my right palm got my
Strong arm steady like kwali
Make it hard for you to get
By the silencer is so serene
Sound like a california
and my Mama and me
The clock strikes three Papa jumps to his feet
Already Mama's cooking Papa something to eat
At half past Papa he's a-ready to go
two, by three
And last of all, with his bride's consent
Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made
Oh when the sun beats down
And burns the tar on the roof
And your shoes get so hot
You wish your tired feet were fireproof
Under the Boardwalk
should go and that's enough for me
I turned around and knocked them down and walked across the sea
Hadn't traveled very far when suddenly I saw
Three
Hoping for a glimpse of Galilee
Like falling stars from the universe we are hurled
Down through the long loneliness of the world
Until we behold
Originally by Stiff Little Fingers.
Someone's falling down tonight
While facing front you stand and scream for more
The room jumps hot and chucked
night up above the clouds
The fireplace was too hot
We couldn't find a way to put it out
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhhhhh
On the way down
The car was swallowed by
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
Twas in the merry month
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