Lyrics:
are open
Looking up above
He too is dreaming of his daddy's love
With his dad by his side
Got his dad by his side
Can you recall
How you took me
figured, I'd get some shit up off my chest
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas that'll never make it
(One for the money, two for the show, possum up the gum tree, do-si-do!
Dooley was a good old man. He lived beyond the mill. Dooley had two
closing time
Hide your sons and daughters
Keep their fragile minds
Let them read the papers
But cover up the bold headlines
The bad news has arrived
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
Every time I glare into the eyes of my best friend
Says my son, "It's all been done
And someday you're gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
driving down an old dirt road
Not even listed on the map
I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing pole
But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
the sunshine gazing through the window pane (yeah)
Blazin' like indo flame, it's to wake up! Come to yo' senses manye
Snow is all around you, but you don't
The Lord our God is high and lifted up
The glory of His Son shines upon us
The banner of His love is over us
The Lord our God is high an exalted
daughters,
Promiscuous mothers with your incestuous fathers.
Engreat souls condemned for all eternity,
Sustained by immoral observance a domineering deity.
Yeah
(Succes the beat maker)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Ngivh' ekuseni ngingen ku grnd
Kukhali iqude kumele ngivhuke son
Thats the wake up call
picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born?
Why am I living?
What do I get?
you take four?"
Poor boy - never say die
Things will be all right by and by
Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
The game is the same
daughter's guts, or just spazzin out
Me and Bubba know what the hell we talkin 'bout
Pickin up Betty's like they was beans and brussel sprouts
We got
fine"
Just a dirt road with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy let me drive
I'm grown up now, three daughters of my own
I let
daughter's only here
For six weeks ever summer and Christmas every other year.
The role of part-time mother it's the toughest role I play
Oh, my name's up
Some mother's son lies in a field
Someone has killed some mother's son today
Head blown up by some soldier's gun
While all the mothers stand
cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before you left adds up
America
Sun goin' down on an LA freeway
Newly weds in the back of a limousine
A welder's son and a banker's daughter
All they want is every thing
Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka
Man, I'm Carolina, stand on me
Straddle the boy i look hard up at my son
And the south at my daughter
Sink into my
Long handwritten note
Deep in your pocket
Words, how little they mean
When you're a little too late
I stood right by the tracks
Your face in
It's yesterday again,
Here inside my mind.
And I can't find a way
To leave your love behind.
I want to wake up to the day
Your memory won't stand
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