Lyrics:
sell (easily)
Up to di time
You know we a tell dem enuh Scatta (wah)
Yuh know a one ting really matta
Di gyal dem seh we log on
Pon website di right way,
There I go, there I go, there I go
Pretty baby, you are the soul who snaps my control
Such a funny thing but every time you're near me
I never can
with the vibes and fake ass shit
Giving modern nirvana to kids like this
Being down to the bone with pride and work
Ain't your blood giving time to fools
so good
Everything feel so lovely Valentine acting funny
Cause I won't give her no money
Better find James St. Patrick you might get lucky
Gotta be
The hardest time to forget is when sleep clears your mind,
Bringing up what might have been, and who's by her side.
And if I appear forlorn, that's the reason
It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
The usual crowd was assembled
And big Joe McKinney was there.
He was
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
by day
But I spent my night time fighting tears back
I prayed and prayed and left messages but never got no hear back
Or so it seemed
A mustard
the wrong one
Times like this I don't know how to have fun
I think I'ma fuck somebody up (fuck 'em up)
You gon need someone to hold you up
What the fuck
avion dans les flots,
Un crash une perte son talent fait défaut.
Bob Marley, Jean-Jacques Loulou, Peter Tosh, Rick James,
Henri
go messin' with me or me family
Or I'll blow these Five Points to the sky
Them soldier boys are runnin' wild
Down by the Gates of Hell
I must get
that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net
Cause I be adamant, kill
The Fire and the Flood
Patrick Hesp
Performed by ‘Patrick and the Parabolics’
Full winter lies over Kosiosko
Yet no snow lies on the ground
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16
There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
I'll be home
c 1987 Written by Steven McClintock, Tim James and Mark Mancina
you Mister Bateman"
My name is Patrick Bateman
"Hit me! Hit me Mister Bateman"
On Dirty Avenue
I see everyone's fine
But danger's everywhere
By this
without you by my side until you weren't there
To get under my skin, I didn't know it at the time
We were too young to forgive when we'd fight
Would we now
(Patrick) YEcH!
TINNIN:
If you're happy then you know that the reason everyone is fighting is because of a fat mafia boss trying to get some money by selling
tell the world
James is running round the park
It's the best time by a mile
On his headphones is a song
He'll repeat it all day long
Going home and off
in his time
Saved the widows farm but spread chaos and alarm
Maybe he was driven to his crimes
Song was made by Billy Gascade
Soon as the news did
the Crane Bar
Picked up some local stuff, it was okay
Got Ol' Times' CD at their St. Patrick's Day show
Well the best damn record store in Ireland
Is
state)
Like King James how I'm out in LA (Out in LA)
Like a king how I walk in the bank(Walk in the bank)
Grabbing my bucks like Giannis I'm great(Giannis
on the night
Written by Steven McClintock and Tim James Auringer
c 1989 McJames Music Inc. BMI
of white like a ghost or James St. Patrick
So now he's tryna fly his mum to where they speak a different accent
My bro swings swords like he's golfing
So he
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