Lyrics:
grilled salmon n' thyme fresh squeezed lemon and lime
Victory is mine oughtta name my daughter Nike
Laughin' I’m squeezing lemon into long island iced tea!
to shine
Freedom of speech
It ain't a right it's a crime
Come to spice it up
They be thinking I'm thyme
Running outta time
Get me amazon prime
Out here
Lavender, jasmine, rosemary
Peach and pear, apricot, then there's me
Tarragon, strawberry, thyme
In my tree is where I hide
Everyone just walks
today around
12 o’clock matter of fact matter of time
Thyme to cook these grills
Show 'em how it really really feels
Show 'em how to really split these
(I )
feel her flavor like a forgotten favor, or glances; jaded plans. /
Sour thyme.
the apple of your eye fall far from the tree?
Why God is it only me?
Verse 2
Owh baby she like it raw, so she pick off some ginger and thyme as well.
Got
draws her pipe
"Thyme, have you got a light for me? I'm ripe in where I ought to be"
Oh, oh
It's all we know
What will we take to show?
The middle part the apple cart
Defenses down and senses sharp!
Pull the rug your comfort smug is mine
Push the drug you love on weaker minds
Once upon a thyme
one stopped to pick parsley and thyme
And they all went marching home to get out of the rain
The ants go marching ten by ten haroo, haroo!
The ants
thyme and good olive oil.
Then it’s dinner with you, I will pair chilly white wine,
Pop a bottle of the finest champagne, gently whisp’ring your name
bones roasted with thyme
Seraphim blood the sweetest drink
Drunk on Christian dead I can hardly think
Heavy rests the crown of gore
Upon the brow
so much love I’ve got for you
You're worth more than a million spice together like thyme and skellion....
You know the love is secure ask me again
stain
veteran strains of purple rain
better to pray mourning the slain.
Cross the Rhine. The cost of blurring lines
The smell of thyme won't bring me
the judge's men
Her rosy cheeks and her ruby lips
They lost their bloom so fine,
And she fell into his arms there
All among the mountain thyme
He kissed her
let go because gods iller
Rhyme spitter, mortified thyme transforming my mind
Pops was gone off that religion but he swore he seen the spirits
Walking
on Thyme
Ayo godly withe vision
You hardly on time
I'm prophetic with the mission
Look good don't it like a flame in the night
Taste real sweet like
or Mercurius
Plant nettles, sow lettuce
Set hyssop and weed up thyme
All up to me how or when I spit a rhyme
Trying to take advantage when I'm in my prime
Hope
as experimental as you want with this. For now, keeping it traditional, stick with adding a couple of bay leaves, a tablespoon of thyme, a big pinch of salt,
the reeds and the rushes,
The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
a summer song trip, trip
I know a bank where cowslips trip
Whereon the wild thyme sits trip, trip
Dance in the midsummer night
Come my pretty puck
Take it, take it, take it, take it, off my mind
Heal my stressing with a little bit of thyme
And when I feel the pain, that lovely Maryjane
She takes
Spooky lady
Drivin me crazy
Creepin and crawlin
Actin so shady
Shivers run up and down my spine
I'll never be late when I'm right on thyme, well
I
Smoth oil running over that broken skin
Rosemarin sage and thyme
Still life
No moore
No moore
Smoth oil towards dry skin
We are not going
About cumin, paprika and thyme
And speaking of spices
See most of these cooks be throwing salt
Talk like them bars homemade
When we all know them bad boys
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