Lyrics:
the girl"
Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Five years down the road
There's gonna be a little one and she
Says, "It's time to go"
Doctor says, "The baby's
deceived, by the deceptions indeed
Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds
Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams
As coarse as it seems
Aiyyo, Work
going out and doin' my work
Light up the way to brotherhood
Help us to make His dream understood
Sometimes the road gets a little bit rough
Your
la-la-la
Screaming my name out la-la-loud
This is why we're immortal now
'Cause
Once you play God
Once you play God
They're gonna crumble one by one
Jimmy Buffett & Mike Utley
He's hold up down on Ramrod Key in the Tavernier Hotel
Livin' out his loneliness like an oyster in a shell
By days he
it to the next level Now were gonna live now were gonna work it out the pain is now over and the harvest is here Now were gonna live now were gonna
a vangiu00a0
Bend her right over the handle bars
I'm gonna make you work for it babyu00a0
I been laid off aint been to work lately
Tellin me about her life she
Put your guns out on the table, throw your bullets on the floor
This weary old house can't take it anymore
From the ovens in the kitchen
ain't gonna win
Every time that she's bubblin' in
It feels like the devil's holding a pen
(shit) don't mind me I'm just thinking again
Thinking out loud
rain
With a head full of ideas drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
Now I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
happen,
Doin' nuttin',
He'd be in need of a slappin',
But we're all clueless to how it works,
There are no experts & that's what hurts,
Where's God
I lived on a farm out in Iowa
I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free
Heard the Oregon timber callin' me
Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Every
much more in common if you'd only look
There's only one God (one God)
Whatever name He took
Only matters when it comes to war
What are we, what are
gears I'm gonna burn it out.
Love transmission, down low engineer gonna shake it out.
Love transmission, it's a new frontier gonna work it out
sometimes is work
Pray until He heals the hurt
I trust God will heal the hurt
Everyone hurts, we all ask why
Sinner or saint, everyone tries
Life cuts so
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack, while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce
'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
I guess you could consider it poetry
But with me it started out with just words just words
They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started
When I feel as though my love is sinking down, the sun doesn't want to shine.
When it feels like she won't face another day, life is unkind, she's
the eighties?
And will we make the millennium? Well, we might
I love you tonight
It's funny how we never settle down
Though we love our home and sittin' by
this, it's worked out
It's worked out, it's worked out, t's worked out, it's worked out
My God, will do, what he said, he's gonna do, it's worked out
My
the Drac'
What else are they gonna play?
It's however niggas wan' take it (ayy)
I'm havin' my way,
'Set out here havin' his way
Qua' out here havin' his
Ain't seen a night
Things work out right, go by
Things on my mind, and I
I just don't have the time
And it, it don't seem right
Ain't seen
through a cloudy day
Let it rain, let it rain
Let the rain fall all around
Who's gonna stop the rain from falling down?
Maybe someday eyes won't
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