Lyrics:
the freedom they'd save
On the TV broadcast they said it won't last
All over by Sunday consigned to the past
The clean-up starts Monday despite the bomb
Love is a battlefield, I think this one's victorious
We're gonna be in the euphoria tonight
Keep it a hundred, I keep it movin' on the daily baby
I
guilty when she takes His name in vain
So she folds her last two dollars and she drops 'em in the plate
It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
fuckin' past
I just seen you yesterday
By any means was all it ever seemed to be
This reminiscin' with my past has got me
Caught up in a daydream
Stay in
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
an asterisk after it
After all I can make a call
I can baptize a brick
As I wash away my sins like a Catholic
Who the fuck ain't mastered this
America's
pay a living wage
I'd like to see them try
To have to work two jobs a day
Just to get by
Welcome to America
Ain't what It looks like on TV
Welcome
fuel
To get it, it needs puppets
So what's ten million dead if it's keeping out the Russians?
We're well-trained by the CIA with Yankee tax money in
wild wings over water and cloud
That's the way it's gonna be little darling
We'll go riding on the horses
Way up in the sky little darling
If you
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
told me, "It's a feeling they'll ever know"
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
In
it), for real
So hard I go, I keep pushing (yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
It's The Big English here to make his debut
With a 'God save the Queen', and a 'how do you do'
The British are the fathers of pomposity
But looking
darling
Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
To this I be no stranger
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
Victorious
And I know one day we'll make it to the top
Have a little faith and don't stop believe in us
We've come to far to give it up
Here's a a story
the road, I'm realizing I'm not important
See life's a beautiful struggle, I record it
Hope it helps you maneuvering through yours and
That's why we stay in
the morning light and brings the pain
Slashing my heart
It goes by slowly and makes the pain last forever
It tears me apart
I'm drowning in this light
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
toys, they make lots of noise
But the Ukraine people ain't scared
They’ve got molotov cocktails hidden in the brush trails
Come on in if you dare, you can
Teach we come to teach we come to teach the nation
Lyrically, lyrically inspiration
Love and nuff unity with lots of education
We'll take it by
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