Lyrics:
the evenin' sun go down
The woman I love she done left this town
Bring her back, bring her back
Bring that woman back to me
Bring her back, bring her back
and don't grow weary
You never let me down
I walk and do not faint
Come on how many believe that we are the chosen generation
Come on are you chosen
You
a thousand ships
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you
You're all that's left me too
And when my love for life is running dry
You come
Two thousand and seventy-three
Two thousand and eighty-four
Two thousand and ninety-three
Light years ahead
You and me gon' be gettin' down
of means
Dogmatical authoritarians dictate the cities remains
A promise
To go to heaven won't put salvation in sight
Whirlwind is coming down on me
sword can defeat me?
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da mother, bring
to your condemnation
Can't you see the
Is the only cause of everything
That you wish to stop
And bring to an end
But it only makes me hate you
Lined em up at Fort Knox
To die in Iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back
Each generation
but only six of 'em called him back
He was my man but he done me wrong
Bring round a thousand policemen bring 'em around today
To lock me down in
You give to me a song
Healer of the broken hearted
Refuge of the weary, worn and weak
Promise of a thousand generations
I put my trust in You
I give
grace rains down
That's the holy fountain
Got twelve thousand acres full
Of holy mountains
See, you almost didn't make it
Who are you without Him?
Holy,
Yes it's the next generation
The children are the chosen ones,
society's got it's piorities Wrong. The schools are closing down.
Don't be
everybodies mind
Jimi Hendrix baby,believe me, set the world on fire, yeah
His Majesty, Prince Jones, smiled as he moved among the crowd
Ten thousand
And the homeland we've never seen
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the fire
pilgrimage they seek the depths of the mind
Build me a temple to last a thousand generations
A monolith, an edifice of geometric precision
Set the cornerstone
Frump is my very best friend
He's never a chump or a tease
He never tells me lies, and best of all
He never disagrees
I bring him candy and flowers
This time, I'm taking it away
I've got a problem
With me getting in the way
Not by design
So I take my face
And bash it into a mirror
I won't
I got a feeling there's gonna be a riot
I don't read the newspapers because they all have
Ugly prints
Check me out
Check me out
Bring it
Two thousand and seventy-three
Two thousand and eighty-four
Two thousand and ninety-three
Light years ahead
You and me gon' be gettin' down
each day
And you turned around, and you knocked me down
But I love you still baby, baby
Why cant you tell that I love you
By the way, that I smile
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
just by the side of amsterdam
Just by my left brain, just by the side of the tin man
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh
I'm sorry, brother I'm sorry, I bring you
Where at least when I walk down the street
Nobody ever hesitates
To tell me exactly what they think of me
[Chorus]
And every state line
There's
Don't whisper things to me you don't mean
For words deep down inside can be seen by the night
The night has a thousand eyes
And it knows the truth
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