Lyrics:
surrendered
To ask the reason why
Just to hold the honor
Until the last goodbye
Again
The shadows are piled around
Entering core, just wait
Until the flare
CHRISTMAS AINu0027T NO TIME FOR THE BLUES – CLIFFORD CURRY
Got bills piled high
Money's way down low.
got no fish to fry.
Canu0027t bake bread
You were looking in the mirror
Fixing your hair up right
Baby crying in the background
Maybe we should just stay in tonight
Bills piled up
it done huh
You better run, we having fun
We gonna get a sum huh
Holes in yo shirt, piled in dirt
Boy you is a bum huh
Feeling like Kurt, plaid on my
the ones you thought up long ago
You know the ones the ones that dried up
Still in a book piled on the floor
What is not to love
What is not to love about
piled up - like in valhalla's halls
Eye to eye to eye to eye - they face off 'til one drops
They're gettin' out the hose to shotgun some schnapps
Seat will still recline
To watch it all realign
I'm free
True emcee (Free)
Made it out the hard knock
Piled up in the overstock (Uh)
Ock saying my bars
that new car phone made you so cool
Shoulder pads and pantsuits to fit the bill
From theme parks to Grand Canyon, we piled in that old red van
tired
That's just how high this Money has done piled
Money cant by happiness
But being broke never had
Me, cracking a smile
Crib so big, it look like
clean-cut kid, to crass sewer rat
Diggin' through the trash and dollar bins
Slippin' through the cracks amassed
Wax piled to the ceiling beams
Countless holy
in black bags, piled up
They won't take the bloody stuff
A quiet word with the dustman
A quiet word with the dustman
A quiet word with the dustman
Sandy worked in Dallas in an office in the sky
Chattin' up the oil men, her hair piled high
Bought designer clothes at the Galleria Mall
Dancin' in
blinks
Broken dishes and empty bottles are piled up in the sink
Words of accusation echo in the hall
All my explanation didn't change anything at all
Sweet
to make to it this far
Forever together
Yet torn apart
Never expected to make it this far
Spend your days shoveling shit
Piled so high
Now you're buried in
tidal eaves will wash away these
Steel and gold piled on the street
Take your fame, take all you can breathe
Was it yours, is it mine? Was it ours, all
handled them, we notorious
From connecting dots all I see is rocks
Set from stone, from dirt I piled up years ago
From bottom up with my bros
Now my
stop, she got it bad
Got her friend with the peace signs
Legs and the air dick em deep down
They don't care, take a snort
Take a taste, table piled up
heart, has made it here before the rest has
All of the things I wasted wishes on when I was small
All piled up in boxes now in the closet down the hall
that I stole they'll Claim my soul
Desires
Hopes and dreams cast into the fire
Piled high with the filth and the liars
I hear the songs of a deafening
already know I'm the one
That piled them up hm, telepath telekinesis
Use my eyes to lift them up
Hm, the bitch done came four times
I'm like, "Is you done
next crib'll have a fountain (yeah)
Nigga, I came up off the Street
Lord'z, you ain't got money, stop it
(Stop it) big money in my closet
I got it piled
No Welcoming
The Wife cin't Home
She Got To Have Her Time
Kids In The Living Room
Sleeping Where They Shouldn't Be
The TV's On The Dishes Piled
Limited souls - piled up stones
I'm running
I'm running
Modern death, modern death - we're rising with the hot dry sun
Modern death, modern death - we're
fighting thugs who buying drugs
We serving Christ the King
Because he siphoned blood for dying bloods
Was dirty now made clean
And than he piled up his
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