Lyrics:
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
we're homeward bound from the Arctic Sound
On a good ship taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui
Rolling
alright
Day by day I kept the prayer
One by one I shook these haters
Because I learned
That I was created for a purpose
I wrote this song as a prayer to God
he's nothing else to do
When he comes around the corner with his old rig-a-doo.
And I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day
'Well good morning'
nothing else to do
When he comes around the corner with his old rig-a-doo
And I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day
'Well good morning' little
lyin'
A nigga miss the good old days
Sippin Kool-Aid, Mama let the OJs play
Nowadays, it seems like the end is near
Cause babies killin' babies like
can love it or leave it
Like it or not
American since the day I was born
Outlaw by the grace of God
Ain't no one gonna make me unmake my made-up
there for you
Chorus 2
We gotta pray for good days// tomorrow is a new day,
Blessed day, everyday is a brand new start dont fall apart beleive in God
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
old days
Living the good old days
Ever long, ever long
Living the good old days
Living the good old days
Ever long, ever long
In this new age
I know
of Europe!"
He just shook his head and said,
OLD MAN: Nope!
ADAM: No one will ever leave me again,
To make sure,
Put on the 3 ft. fucking rope-a.
Present-day
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
What up, okay if you ain't know it be one of the best of all time
Busta bust for short, for some better know me bust' rhymes
(What's good?) maintainin'
it,
Because now. at last,
Crecgery peccary's exciting new
Invention
Had made it possible
For everyone
To find out
How old they were!
What hath God
things will kill me yet
But God is great, beer is good and people are crazy"
Last call its two a.m., I said goodbye to him
I never talked to him again
Then
Yeah
Good God, so stressed
Perfect day to drink Tequila
Guess I'll see you when I see you
Oh, nah
I'ma make you a believer
Oh, adios
Guess
angry even then
And he was angry even then
Educated by an Anglican clergyman
Old John Prince was a smart one
Until 1833 he lived in England
As a lawyer
knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
That stuff ain't real
No but that ain't your game, it ain't even your race
You can't hear your name, you can't
pierced her septum, farewell to my erection
I understand where babes come from, but hey, where is sex from? (Oh my God!)
I'm an old man, pussy, miss me with
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
all the candles, all planned by the Father's day
This is how we go, so what else should I say
Praying for good things but can't forget bad days
Tryna
faith you’re a disgrace;
And, then, he tops it off by saying…
…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!
V32 Group
Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)
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