Lyrics:
Ain't gonna love you all through the morning
Ain't gonna love you all through the morning
Yeah, see 'em going where I been, know how you feel
the collection plate comes by
You put in a ten take back a five
You ain't right
Son, you ain't right
Say the least your different
A couple quarts shy,
(Harlan Howard - Buck Owens)
I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see
Well I won't be much when you get through with me
I'm losin' weight and turnin'
Amen, Amen, Amen!
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
By the grace of Almighty Lord
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
By the grace of Almighty Lord
"In
At the airport in Chicago Sunday night
A soldier and his pretty wife came by
She had brought him there to send him off to war
I heard him say now
it comes to this
Bring the yellow tape
The white cape, cause I'm so straight
Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it
Bigot, 'cause I
you'll remember that you're mine
Baby, can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember (oh baby) say you'll
dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and
Hold
fire sign, whole lotta smoke, no gunshot
You a apricot, Crimeapple done said it too, you a kumquat
Come quietly when I bid you come
There are lilies
did
And unfortunately still do
Like you said a big mood
I walked away with no emotion
Just to turn the corner
Into a lonely explosion
By myself
Inside
and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
Yeah man
"You know it's easy to talk about, doing something
But when it comes down to the action part, the most folks take a little
Light
got to appear in court brother just caught a case
come up wit enough money of big brother just got dat place
25 to life all he could do is look
and pass you by
So how's it gonna be
When it all comes down, cycling trivialities
But don't know which way to turn
Every trifle becoming big concerns
All
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
too weak to run defacer eraser
too weak to run,
hey my friend now monkey boy chief
remember by name
and cut this groove
deep oh deep in the wind
the chance to lay a nickel on the track
[Chorus:]
Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone,
Screamin' straight through
moons have come and gone
No one else has come along
You're still the one for me
After all this time has passed
Only one thing seems to last
You're still
know after you have done all you could do
And you can't take no more, then you go downtown
You get your big baseball bat
And you come back
belong
Oh, runaway child running wild
You better go back home where you belong
Oh yeah, my girl
Mama, mama, please, come and sit here by me
Oh but
know after you have done all you could do
And you can't take no more, then you go downtown
You get your big baseball bat
And you come back
Click your heals
And feel you come for me
Care free, she's got something big to tell me
At the ocean
Talk back at the ocean
There's no simple
balls to steam, it comes to it
We all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, the streets school us to spend our money
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