Lyrics:
is kind."
So Mr. Shapiro ,whose eyeballs had become like yellow marbles
Suffered greatly then his wife's misunderstanding
And he walked ever so
Compromise it's all compromised
The call is coming from the inside
False perspective, monetised
The darkness in which democracy dies
Intel at ransom,
up
Pat eve for them louis as soon as the tours up
The million dollar frame is his and her the same
I took it on the chin when i heard about the lane
(Okay, Daniel)
(Man, fuck Loko)
Man, I'm tired of these niggas bitchin' (Uh-huh)
Cash in the regular season like Pistons
She play it back, said she
shadows in the sun
Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom crashin'
Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashin' for
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
like it here
When I first take you,
He's in the back doing his Father O'Riley for the cops.
But you'll like Woody
(He's hiding in the shed)
last year
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
It's me or other self
Whose heart is in my chest
Whose mind is in my head
This curse is part of me
cnd there is no escape
cpparently i'm just
cn echo
Cowboy Hats and Cadillacs
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cnother one's left their mark on the world
They packed up and rode home
cnd all you can see
to a dream while you wait in the van
Hey, wait
Great smile
Sensitive to fate, not denial
But hey whose on trial?
It took a lifespan with no cellmate
inside of me
I want to run I want to hide
I am vulnerably yours
She, who is wanting me
Whose touch can make me cry
I can only understand
By never
die
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga)
That gun is a Glock, covered in a bloody flag
Bompton my whole block, real niggas only on my back (K-Dot)
We
Whose girl is this?
That girl ain't mine
Whose girl is this?
That girl ain't mine
Whose girl is this?
That girl ain't mine
Learn to make yourself happy
By
betrayed by memory
Whose earliest memory
Is all the ways
They gorged our bodies
Before they were fully formed
Whose salutation is in a roll call
That calls
to a dream while you wait in the van
Hey, wait
Great smile
Sensitive to fate, not denial
But hey whose on trial?
It took a lifespan with no cellmate
and just set it straight
Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump our brakes
'Fore we said it, regret it later and let it escalate
'Cause by then it's
child
Whose joker is wild
They take all hope away
By the end of the day
Well I just about have enough of the sunshine
Hey What did I hear you say?
Noone's eye has seen,
noone's ear has heard,
no mind has conceived,
what God has prepared
for those who love him.
But God has revealed
it to us by
neither the repentant nor the bold
Now the fire is lit, smouldering in the belly of humanity
It cannot be extinguished, for the stories The Outsider
of the crown
(Oh, oh)
I'm just a sick little Injun
(I am, I am)
Whose graves were razed by tank engines
(I am, I am)
I'm just an African import
(I am, I
day
Swiss gnomes dealing out potions
Lend a hand
What is the fear for?
Whose do you think your body is?
Rowche Rumble
It's valium
That's rumble
[ Play
a mountain
I want to get
Where no one been gettin'
Make it deeper than hell
Or make it higher than heaven
I need someone whose price hasn't been met
Demon John
There's no town the boy cannot belong
Why did you come here?
Is it to excavate all your sins? Boil within?
Slaughter like the daughter
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