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front of you, so you can look at His face?
When you talk to Him does he talk back? (Ooh-ooh)
You ever have conversations about what you regret?
joints
Have you tapping yo feet
You should probably abort
But the code is not morse
I been one with the wave
And im back in the game
In short
Im sure im
randomly
You wanna take the life God handed to me
Send it back to him cause you ain't a fan to me
Scary bitch with a gun that ain't a man to me
That's
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share
I wish a was a trapper
I would
dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape
These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in
I'm spaced out dog, I be on that moon talk
Wonder if God ask Mike how to moon walk
I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more
I stopped
blood
Go to calvary, I've been made free
Despite my enemy, I thank God, I'm justified
If my sins had their way I never would have made it
With a debt I
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share
I wish a was a trapper
I would
God meant to be
There's no hate or angry
Just love for humanity
We'll have children of the kingdom
They won't be torn by war, torn by hate
Nor
fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband
And I
A couple guys in first class on a flight
From New York to Los Angeles
Kinda making small talk killing time
Flirting with the flight attendants
sounded pleased as he spoke the next words
God must have seen a great change in me
Go on go on go on go on ask your friends there to kneel down and pray
Go
Front rooms
Back rooms
Slide into tables
Crowd into bathrooms
Joke around
Cheap talk
Deep talk
Talk, talk, talk around the clock
Crawl home
the very first time today, ah my god, oh pitty the poor soul who has to rinse out that lingerie, the only thing that girl will ever do like a virgin is have
Front rooms
Back rooms
Slide into tables
Crowd into bathrooms
Joke around
Cheap talk
Deep talk
Talk, talk, talk around the clock
Crawl home
Even if swords rain in the quarter of the moonfaced one
We bow our heads by the will of God
We also know the rituals of piety
But we have to accept
By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
I have been out wandering
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God don't own a car
He don't wear no
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
It ain't for everybody
Welcome to Hollywood, baby
Take my picture
You comin' with?
Let's not even talk about it
Let's do it
Let's go
I see
to be loved by you.Born to be loved by you.
Born to walk with you.Born to talk with you.
I was born for you.
Born to be with you, only you.
Born
can tell
I'll probably have a cell next to the furnace in hell
I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs
And I'm hotter than my dick is,
with you
I will never leave, no
God put us together
Nothing can take that away
I will never leave you no
Now until forever, be with you the rest
with destiny, she's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
It's a gift given from God, so I'ma use it yeah
God gave me style,
there by the fire
We'll sit and talk about Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
Like the Astrodome and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas
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