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You don't think that you can get touched
But you will
All that running off at the mouth
Gone give you diaper rash
Imma snipe you a**
Like John
Lord, where are you? Have you left us now forever?'
John shakes his head in sympathy
Simon, you are a like a fish flopping in a boat
Surrounded by air
the suburbs to the hood
May you judge us by our hearts and not by our mistakes
And see that we get a breakthrough however long that it takes
May you fill
the suburbs to the hood
May You judge us by our hearts
And not by our mistakes
And see that we get a breakthrough
However long that it takes
May You fill that
each and every moment day by day
your crazy visions will never fade away
now you´re gone but in our heart you´re still alive
we hear your voice -
my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his
days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back
on to the next before a week goes by
I give credit only where I see that credit is due
That last album took a week to put together for you
I'm on top of my wave
Gooden
I need legendary John Wooden, talking championships
Opps carried off in ambulance
No quarterbacks in my city, but bullets on target snipers
Land
you an expert. And if that's the case
By my count I'm right around a 100k
And nowhere close to even being done today
Catching sun rays. Like I'm
I know why you're squirming
Oh yeah I know what's going on
Can you keep it in
Or make it to the john?
Oh no here it comes
Wait wait no it's gone
we're gone, you won't hear a sound
Wake up, come round
Stacking up paper, weigh by the pound
Waking up daily to heavy sounds
Bangers be cooking, yeah we
You'll forget me by and by
You're just fifteen I'm twenty two
Joni I just can't wait for you
Soon I left our little home town
Got me a job and tried
my album's the chalice
None of lines are filled up with malice
Sit in my bars and I'll pay off the tab and
See when you yawn you're fixing to napping
Went down to the river Jordan
Where John baptized three
Where I walk through the divel in hell
Saying John ain't baptize me
I say roll Jordan roll
the truth reasons why they're more than lines
I hope you caught it by now I hope you know the deal
I hope the side piece was worth losing the whole meal
And blame it all on the struggle,
But it’s the same because we all had to hustle.
People gone, still trying to love you,
Though you’re full of the bullshit,
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
to avoid Hades
Even if it's by an inch
We're all trying to ascend up to Heaven
But here's a lesson
The Devil already let us in
We're trying to escape even
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
The stars, one by one, they're a-foldin'
My children will go
As soon as they grow
Oh, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
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