Lyrics:
care about what you do
But when it gets close to thanksgiving I'd hide if I was you
Yes I came in here alone....and yes I've had a few
But I'd be damned
at thanksgiving
At the sportsman bar
Whoa-oa-oa, all hail,
The sportsman bar
Ned's our man,
With his Pabst blue ribbon can,
Uh-oh, he's looking for a fight!
1993, shortly before Thanksgiving
I got the call, she said Jamal Derek is not longer living
Softly she spoke, is this a joke? Man you gotta be
down.
No presents for Christmas, no Thanksgiving feasts.
No presents for Christmas, no drunken New Year's Eves.
You took the Christ out of Christmas
there wasn't a sad moment near
Apartment 103, yeah, Prentiss Creek
No nights were dry, yeah, Ray Ray's treat
My ceiling caved in Thanksgiving Week
9 months
Lyrics in my songs how my mothers keeping up
Phone call, Thanksgiving
Know I'll see em in a month
Know I'm out here in the city
I'm just
I cop sarin gas
Garfield Thanksgiving Day Parade's how
I'm airing cats wear a mask in October
And every other holiday
Stock your face if I heard that
bitch)
I was high as hell one
Day and I started thinkin'
Made a mistake and brung some 'bows
To the table on Thanksgiving (Damn)
Put your face on a shirt
that
Folks 'nem said he was my brother, then he turned his back
Ain't need no nigga to swing no cutter, I was doing that
Thanksgiving dinner for my
Cooking Thanksgiving dinner on
The same oven that when the heat was off
That shit was on
When the burners ain't work
We lit a tissue to click it on (Real
Panama, but she state to state brought up in Jamaica
Thanksgiving we ain't have no turkey but I flew this bad bitch straight to Turkey
She got a BBL then
re-echo around
Loud organs, his glory forth tell in deep tone
And sweet harp, the story of what he hath done
O praise ye the Lord, thanksgiving
belge dans une baignoire de frites
Désobéissance civique, mais obéissance divine
J'serai pas leur dinde de Thanksgiving
J'veux le minimum, une mignonne
you need to get laid, pronto
Why don't you go far away, Toronto
That would be Thanksgiving day, hey Squanto
Oh, you got nothing to say? Huh, thought
Dinger in der Blutbahn
Weil unter zwanzig fühlt sich alles wie ein Zug an
Alle haben Turkeys und ich rede nicht vom Truthahn
Das ist kein Thanksgiving
his book
Bloody water
Salted flesh of Jesus Christ
Eat yourself with all your might
Thanksgiving every night
Bloody skies
Where a universal scream
Is
friends
A piggyback pyramid to fit us all in
And squintin' through a Polaroid lens on Thanksgiving Day
We learned how to ration apple pie
And how
À Thanksgiving, ils se souviennent des indiens
En génocidant toutes les dindes et passent au Black Friday le lendemain
Pas d'calumet, allume les noirs avec des
Steward ist am Blasen nach Flughafenansagen
Bandagen, Plantagen, ihr seid alles Angsthasen
Weil wir nicht nur an Thanksgiving Guns haben
Ihr könnt mir
givin' them bastards a penny back
It's Thanksgiving, what are we thankful for?
They put cuffs on your uncle, and they lock the door
Your cousin's took
givin' them bastards a penny back
It's Thanksgiving, what are we thankful for?
They put cuffs on your uncle, and they lock the door
Your cousin's took
being stingy like she is with seasoning (like she is with seasoning)
On Thanksgiving evening, but it's hunting season
I just ride round dolo, nowadays I
gaar, de Guy is zo cool
Dit is Thanksgiving met kalkoen
Sippin' Tanqueray, gin and juice
Dit is pijnstillers na de booze
Fatsoenlijke G's zeggen
I come into Your presence
And worship at Your throne
With a heart of thanksgiving
I worship You O' Lord
For You've been faithful
Through
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