Lyrics:
for friends to say let him go
But I'm the one who needs him so
It's his love that makes me strong
Without him, I can't go on
This time, I'll live
I'll be on the way
Call me when you want
Call me when you need
Call me out by your name
I'll be on the way, like
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Ayy,
to disaster
I recognize the cankers by the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big brother bad slapper
Theologies who need to keep the cookies
(I would if I could, but I can't)
Told myself that life flies by
We all live and we all die
Keep the sun and moon and stars, girl, in your eyes
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller
"The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance
Swear by the stars above
And late at night I pray to myself
That you and I got everything we need
I'd give it all for you and me
Love is the earth
the Colt 45, I'ma need somethin' stronger
If I pop any caps, it better be off of vodka
Round after round after round, I'm gettin' loaded
That's a lot
The perfect life, life
Is all we need
Little Mike he, steps everywhere
Knives in his pockets and bullets in his hair
He has nothing to live for, nothing
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands, time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides
Wonder how Meyer Lansky live to see 80
I just wanna see Mercedes give me head in Mercedes
'Knahmean?
And guess what?
I need all of mine's—mo' paper,
satisfied by what tenderness you've shown to me
And I empty all that I am
And you fill my life you're everything to me
There's nothing else I need anymore
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
If I had to live my life without you near me
The days would all be empty
The nights would seem so long
And you I see forever oh so clearly
I
that feels so right, but here we are tonight
And now the only thing we really need is time
We live on borrowed time
No one can be sure when the loan
side
There's a chance we'll get by
I know that you'll live
In my heart till the day I die
You were born to be my baby
I was made to be your man
a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis
Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
used to be work
But you wonder how you'll ever get out of here
If I had a song in me
I would pay off all of the debts I owed
I'm all out of tune
When I think of all the worries
People seem to find
And how they're in a hurry
To complicate their minds
By chasing after money
And dreams
the bag, I need all static (ay)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop,
Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough (huh?)
Told you how to slap dicks and murder your girl (I did!)
Gave you all the finger
I'm back bitch, y'all remember me
Michael Jordan of the street shit
Hustle hard, taught you niggas how to eat, bitch
Twenty-three on my muthafuckin'
understand
You want a perfect picture to believe in
Then you can't be looking for me then
I don't need to live by your rules, you don't control me
friends locked in boxes, that's no way to live
What you're callin' a sin isn't up to them
After all, (after all) I thought we were all your children,
But I
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