Lyrics:
it's done, not here, not now
Some things I will not, I cannot, allow
Tradition marriages must be arranged by the papa this should never changed
One
and I play a fool
Chorus
Watching her dance with him
Around that empty hardwood floor
Is like putting sawdust in the wound
And I cry a little more
swallow my pride and I play a fool
[Chorus]
Watching her dance with him
Around that empty hardwood floor
Is like putting sawdust in the wound
And I
You took your walkin' route on the high wire
Y'took your walkin' boots a little higher
Y'packed your bootblack in your satchel that I gave you Easter
up in smoke and talk
now I got you
this is my pay
(closing scene
all that I see)
a dead body (no recovery)
emotions flicker and burn
like the fire (in
to pay their due
I see these mad man
wohoy
Let’s talk with truth
of the reality
don’t go away
and have the strength to see
your mind is owned
by
to bequeath
That to the Majority that don’t care it’s all Black Underneath
“Survival of the Fittest”?, I live my life to the Fullest
I can Blow Your Mind
little too late
She had never felt an emptiness like this before
She didn't think she'd ever be relieved of the weight
But now she sees
What family
There's such a thing as self opinion
And this far down South I have no self control
If anbody else feels like a nobody
Well then your gonna have
broken off inside
Sharper than a two edged sword
Forged by the devils lies
A Little blood didn't hurt that bad
But your words cut like a thousand knives
world stopped ...
Like whiplash kid. you seen who was down when they turned
They backs kid. pay them no mind cats is bastards. fuck em.
do your thing
teacher
He was deeper than Choprah
Biger than Oprah
As I was feeling generous,
I gave him some advice
I said
"No-one ever got a thing by trying
to see all the impressions
That stick inside your head
All of the little things, all of the people
Who shaped you into being you
If someone helps you
just one complaint
Now Eloise didn't ask for much in this life
And Eloise got little in return
She was happy enough in the town
she always said she'd
face turns red
All the blood rushes to my head
I'd like to say that it's hot instead
It's just another day with you
Baby, it could never be commonplace
stone and marble
Frozen, taken by Medusa
You were gone before we
Knew it
Knew it
Little things you used to do
And all the words you were telling
The only
inside my chest
Things that I should not admit
It's what I really mean
It's a stinging awful sound
And though I hate myself for it
I wish you would come
turns
With burst of laughter
I'd like to cry but I don't know how to
The only solution is sleep
Then I'll board up window
And be your cute little boy
me what you need
I'm'a give it to you
If you give it to me
A fine young thing like you is rare
Suicide hips and a guillotine stare
A touch so tender,
Christmas time with you
I ask Father Christmas, now, for just one little thing
It's something only angels can bring
To see you walk on in here now, through
Uh yea
I been watching out, never could understand how its going down
By the second in every minute making sure to hold it down
Never underestimate
Should I go outside and take the air in
I've been out of touch with myself
I don't like the things I'm wearing or the person I'm becoming
All my
it simple
Just you and me
Our little hideout
We escaped the crowds
I think we got this thing all
Figured out oh oh
I wouldn't trade our life for
All
to ever quit
Ooh, it ain't no good 'til it
Hurts just a little bit
Don't you know that it's hurts so good
Hurts so good
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