Lyrics:
I think I know where all my problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me
our precious tales
With roles we will define
The stars align
You and I
By the warming flames in the dead of night
Under the shining star always glowing
now we elevated
We do what we say and never hesitate
Do it by my dolo never delegate
Found it in myself I had to meditate
Talkin under breaths you
nice and slow
And you won't be under any kind of pressure
You see, we'll just let, we'll just let the evenin' flow
Come on and go with me
I'd sure
nice and slow
And you won't be under any kind of pressure
You see, we'll just let, we'll just let the evenin' flow
Come on and go with me
I'd sure
you're under my skin
I thought by now that you would know
I'm just a girl who can't say no
With your sight, you'll find me
Under your tree
And if I'm behind,
The pull would bring all of you down
And if I'm the one who has the cure,
For your
Cherries
In the spring
Heart wide open
Subtle sweetness in everything
I'm your cherry
In the spring
Eyes wide open
Looking up and swinging under the tree
the chance to wander back,
Or own a kingÂ?s abode.
IÂ?d sooner see the hawthorn tree
By the Old Bog Road.
When I was young and restless
My mind was ill
I'd be the first to shout
That You'd be my only hope
That day I first believed
That You were my only hope
Just like the woman with the issue of blood
sexuality
And now I'm confused to why this was indoctrinated in me
And now I have become afraid
I've been ruled by my worry
I stay in it's boundaries
I stay
never thought you’d let
Swim like a shark
Born for luck/
made for love
This album is dedicated to my loving father,
Jan Roy van Asselt, who sadly passed
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that
birthday
25th I'd rather get gifts
So why the fuck would I go
Out my way to celebrate birthday
I'm selfish what the fuck I
Look like buying a gift
Hide em,
to making plans under the Christmas tree Maybe Santa will grant my wish
One more dance and one more kiss
Can we go back to making plans under the Christmas
to making plans under the Christmas tree Maybe Santa will grant my wish
One more dance and one more kiss
Can we go back to making plans under the Christmas
A man was sleeping under a tree.
He wrote to me from Cordoba.
After the theatre, we went to his house.
He's a very generous Cordoban.
We waited
I was called to the rolling
Banks by the water
To bathe in the river of truth
The river tried to pull me under
And refused to turn me loose
I was
Where We Sip At
You Tryna Get That Tree, We Got That Cheap
On The Back Streets, Just Don’t @ Me
I’m Not A Nothing @$$ Nizza, Just Down For My Riches (Ten
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
When her golden notes hit other folks, I feel close to envy
I'd never wake her, but if the slumber ever ceases
I would rouse her with my kisses
the mulberry tree
And all our cares are flown
We're happy as lucks out in the park
In a hut that's upside down
Come all you boys take my advice
And do your
Badboy nili
If the world switch on you Yh
Bady I'd be next to you
I promise I'd be right by you
Never giving up on us
If you've got a secret hope
could take my love for you
Wrap it up and put it under the tree
I would wake up on that morning and give you
The best of me
This Christmas
Is gonna be
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