Lyrics:
truly worthy and true
Yes, I met my ideal thing when I met you
I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You
got the taste of good humor but no ice cream
It was like dat
Me talking across people into the houses
And not seeing the beings crowding around me
truly worthy and true
Yes, I met my ideal thing when I met you
I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You
Lonely feeling deep inside
Find a corner where I can hide
Silent footsteps crowding me
Sudden darkness but I can see
No sugar tonight in my
Lonely feeling deep inside
Find a corner where I can hide
Silent footsteps crowding me
Sudden darkness but I can see
No sugar tonight in my
may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're
may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're
may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're
truly worthy and true
Yes, I met my ideal thing when I met you
I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You
falling down and choking me
And on all sides, a massive wall of human flesh is crowding, pushing, shoving me
This great big city gets me down, but when
I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You are my only theme
It doesn't matter where you are
I can see
A time for memories returning,
A time for heartache and yearning,
Shades of blue, crowding through,
as I sit here remembering you.
A time for
stop
I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top
And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man
Is this the game that I chose?
Nobody gave
feel their heart is stomping
Crowding up the air with words they cannot know
They hate this world, they'll hate this song
So I won't ever belong
No I
may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're
may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round
I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You are my only theme
It doesn't matter where you are
I can see
just take a hint
Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa
It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out
No seeds, California weed have you
may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're
exactly how this works
I need a new feel dirty
I don't need you crowding up my space
I just want to get inside you, inside
You can't blame the heart
exactly how this works
I need a new feel dirty
I don't need you crowding up my space
I just want to get inside you, inside
You can't blame the heart
may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
I'm at the car park at the airport
The baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding
like a roar of thunder
Can't you see you're crowding me
Move over, my dear
The other people in the train
Yelled out "For goodness sake!
That awful noise
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