Lyrics:
guess you know the tune
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again
I boarded on the Greyhound, and I'm walkin' there, by the road
I was just passin' through, it
auction him (Baow)
We from the Nawf, the bando
The windows and doors were boarded in (Bando)
Drip, then I go up again (Drip)
The streets make a boy
the border (jet)
Throw it down like a tortoise (tortoise)
You took it back, I support it (bad)
I was sleep in the bando, no power, windows were boarded (no)
my family back.
I want my family back
I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three.
Boarded up property,
I'll probably get pulled down.
Litter
with no facial features known as Anonymous
Dropping pennies down in the wishing well but the pit is bottomless
Wasn't boarded and born in orphanage, my
mind
You squeeze them ideas out
And I just forgot math
Got to make some space for pain
'Cause them words just left your mouth
Boarded on a train
all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin' boarded
Who all on Instagram, flexin', can't even sing or poppin' no money
It ain't no love inside my
She carries the groceries with just one hand
One hand holds her childhood
Walking along by the ice cream store
That's boarded up with plywood
Back in
Beneath the centuries of dirt
That voice you've heard
Every head's a different world
Well, mine's concerned
I boarded up the windows
A catatonic
avoid me
When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me
But now they all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin' boarded
of laughter
The aftermath sparks a real disaster
Living in the attic of her boarded up old house
The picture of Polly that she can't be without
She's all
boarded the Jubilee Cloud just to break away
When the Jubilee Cloud came down to the Earth
There was no time to pray
But the heaven that we found
just boarded on our futuristic spacecraft
No mistakes, black as our music we must take back
Yo, it's three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet
the slipping away
Connecting the dots with thorns in his side
Boarded up the Windows with pain and with pride
The music box broken that once was his soul
already beginning to show
It's too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
So wrong, so wrong
Where we met up with Fu Manchu, Hannibal Lector, the hooded claw and all the rest of the gang
We boarded the rocket and soon we were shooting off for
too many enimies and not enough friends?Seems like everybody's touchy everything offends?Boarded up my windows double lock upon my door?They really
the late express
I boarded the bus with my clean washing over-night bag
I sat beside a girl all dressed in black
We talked and smiled most of the way
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
They boarded up
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
They boarded up
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
They boarded up
and not enough friends?Seems like everybody's touchy everything offends?Boarded up my windows double lock upon my door?They really can't complain about me
The floors all that's left
The whole place is empty
The floor's all that is left
His eyes were boarded up
When the last tenant got behind
And he cannot
Of the bottle that I threw
Because I couldn't work
I went deep
Further than i could throw
And i came upon an old abandoned well
All boarded over
With a drip
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