Lyrics:
You won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all,
by saying
through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by
in
And we're all in the bathtub now
Making bathtub gin
The kings storm the hallway
They've climbed up through the gate
They didn't mean to be
We bogard the road
Like trucks on the turnpike
Smoke by the load
Just to see what it burns like
Architectural design, intellectual rhyme
The bishop
divine!
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now
Rasta man we na run rat race
Hail up the king of kings with grace
Give Jah all you thanks and praise
Guide my fortune and my fame
Never sell out just
eyed-man is king
Oh, every night you pray or is it wishing?
'Cause you're in no position to ask for anything
I'm guided by a warning light from heaven
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
alive
When we would sing
Shan na na na na na na na
When we were kings
When we were kings
Sittin' around the fire one night Tommy called my name
I
the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
I've seen England's King from the top of a bus
I never knew him, though he means to know us
And tho' by
glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here came the wise men from far distant lands
The King of Kings is
a hundred K I scream YOLO
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money
who's gonna quiet your pain
It's a long dark highway and a thin white line
Connecting baby, your heart to mine
We're runnin' now but darlin' we will
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Oh no, what we gonna do?
The king likes Daniel more than me and you
Oh, no, what we gonna do?
We gotta get him out of here
Oh no, what we gonna
walks by quiet streams
Climbing hills where lovers go to watch the world below together
We will live eternally in this mood of reverie
Away from all
the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out
One night along the river at st. Germaine de pre
I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk cafe
We walked along the river, shadows passing by
But
the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
to see
We're still standing under the closing edge
Pay for the crime of feeling
When all your pride is dead you must be scared instead
A quiet word is my
Mornings, evenings
Days that hurried past
Dreams that should have lasted
Moments, hours
Slipping by as we
Told each other secrets
Somehow
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, the silent stars go by
Yet, in thy dark streets shineth
Oh, little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets
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