Lyrics:
sung by Kurt Cobain
Look, you're perfect, is what I've been trying to say, so
Damn, how could anybody let you get away, get away, get away?
I can't,
evermore, because of Christmas Day
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day
While shepherds watch their flocks by night
They see a bright
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
you come home
I'm waitin' by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest
So if you ever need me
inside the livin' room, oh, ah-ah
I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (oh, God)
Outside church shoes, so don't get a Bible
Self-made
and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the Beatles, G,
Verse :
6 am in Sydney by the bridge
That's when I sit and think about shit
Can we just admit that we got problems
6 in Sydney up in this bitch
listen
Stay by my side, guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak
Forgive me
Enter at last, Master!
Flattering child, you shall know me
See why in shadow I
winning
The President is Bush, the Vice President's a Dick
So a whole lot of fucking is what we gon' get
They don't wanna raise the babies so the election
By michael mcdonald
Love is the answer to a child
Just as hope is the answer to us all
But it's there at the beginning
That we learn to hope at all
tryna get what I got
Tryna pull me down (late night)
But you know, I'm a real playa
Real hustler, real gangsta
I'm bout getting this money (late
of opps
They're runnin' out of options
Put 'em up for adoption
Sign my name on the dot
Ayy, this is not luck, baby, this no four-leaf, no horseshoe
I'm
This is the time when you need a friend
You just need someone near
I'm not looking forward to the night
I'll spend thinking of you when you're not
You're drunk, the carpet is burned
I hate to find you like this
I always find you like this
I come home and clean up your mess
What would you do
this prejudice has got to go
Life is moving fast it need to slow down
Come and see me when I am in yo town
Practice what we preach before it go down
You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
(She
You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John
insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound for we all live
Now you won't listen or believe me
When I tell you what's a head
I'm a dinosaur in your mind
I've never even seen "The Dead"
But child read my
smoked up by the doorway (blaow, blaow, blaow)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you
split a bedroom
I guess what I miss (What I miss)
Inside the streets where I lay
Outside that buildin' I is (Where I is)
It's some street nigga facts
This
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
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