Lyrics:
like sports
Hunt a nigga for sport
See a nigga play sports no support
On the outside lookin' in
If that's what's up then I ain't never been in
cull them no more
Oh! I sigh for Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating like a vapor, on the soft summer air
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was
He'd go straight sure as fate
For it never is too late
For a man
I just like to dream
Of a cottage by a stream
With my man
Where a few flowers
activity
'Cause everyday, different fools try to get with me
For no more than a color, or territory
Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So
MYOSÓTIS FLOWER - João Ormond e Paulo Simões
THERE WILL ALWAYS BE MOMENTS
THAT I WILL WONDER
HAVING TAKEM OTHER PATHS
AND STILL BEING BY YOUR
I've been ready for hours and I'm wearing my best
Ordered champagne and flowers and you're not even dressed
Tonight's a special night to remember
afar
The moon is weak and pale
There is hope no more
There's no one there
And then it's already autumn
Là-bas, les oiseaux sont partis
L'amour que
I've been ready for hours and I'm wearing my best
Ordered champagne and flowers and you're not even dressed
Tonight's a special night to remember
on by (say goodbye)
My island life feels life no more
These links we have's worth more than gold
That's facts, and no false truth owns up to half that
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
back in jail
For some gang related activity
'Cause everyday, different fools try to get with me
For no more than a color, or territory
Can't
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was
If I gave you just a bit more time
Do you think that you would make up your mind?
You can't expect that a flower will grow
Until you get around
can not escape
I have no more hope
The sun is getting darker, look at my eyes
They wage war for a flower, too real dreams
Hallucinations meet me
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
Like a broken engine
Like a dead horse
I feel darkness in my heart
Like a red force
Cars crashing by
Like a bed post
Passing by the ocean drowning
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
We're on a mission
Gonna survive
Wheels rolling
The engine roar
We're unstoppable
Give us more
Streetlights flicker as we pass by
In these moments
We're
the roar of the engine's call
No more the reign of the urban sprawl
We are on a highway, on a death cruise
The faster we go, the less we move
you a little cash to spend
But still that just wasn't enough, oh no
'Cause what you see always seems to be what you sweat
Ooh, you're never
Don't let it steal the light from you just yet
Because dead flowers need no water
Dead flowers need no water
Dead flowers need no water
So save your tears
There were flowers from the boy pigs
Who were drinking in their barn digs
In suits of powdered blue
With those ruffled shirts on, too
All ordered
Inhaling emissions from exhaling engines
Particle agglomerates, blocked ventilation
Hazardous respiratory discoloration
Particulate matter breeds
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