Lyrics:
Here by my window in Germany
A morning bird flies close to me
On his wing I see a yellow star
The lights are on in the factory
The frost is
I want is just the truth
You're my savior after all
Use your flame to guide me home
And then lay your hand on me
And I said
Hear me now here and now
about my soul
"That can wait 'til I get old"
I'm on these, hold up
Wait a minute, new beginnings
I was down, now I'm winning
I know Who did it and I
none of my own.
Now come all ye young men that's inclined to get married
Take my advice and let the women alone.
For by the Lord Harry, if ever
smelled like french perfume and gin
Though the flames were hot...
Now everybody was out at the girl's hotel by the time the roof caved in
We were headin'
Jessie:
Miss independent
Miss self distructed
Miss keep your distance
Hmmmmm...
James:
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let her in
Watching the wind blowing rain on my window
Shining like eyes looking out onto the road
Light through the steam of my
Tea flickers like flames
I put
the Rollie for the bitches and the hoes
Hanging out the window of a Bentley
I just met my connect, dropped off snow in the bluff
On James P. Brawley, ain't
a flame
Like a flame it burns but I'll leave tonight
I will grow old and be so happy this time
I'm taking control and leaving all behind
There's my life
ashes from an old flame
Now I drive by street names
That rattle in my bones
And all these parks and roads
Feel like barren homes
I can't go back
robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
the early morning light
Said they stay till the job was finished if it took them till midnight
There were cats and scrapers all caterpillars packed up by mile
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Deep beneath the fallen leaves
The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees
The sound of red bogs, rattlin' chains
Rebel flags by the dozen doin'
Andrew-James
You remain the piece I've been missing
Andrew-James
Moved away from everything
He plays by his own rules
Dropped out of high school
flying by
Iced out neck
Need a Gucci scarf
My ex rang back
I got sick, I barf
Throwing out dimes
You can call me Farve
Feelin like a bandit
Like I'm Harry
Harry me through the day
Oh, then look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by moonlight
Though Hell should bar the way
He
hand
Slip through your hand again and again
My old flame was a jester and a joker
And a dealer of men, they called him the hood prince
A prince
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
If I should ever leave
My spirit will always be
There by your side
To help and to guide
I'll come back to you
If it's the last thing I ever do
And so
and condition you.
Took over my city and I never asked permission to.
Started poppin bottles 'cause its ATL tradition to celebrate it by hard
Fuck a nigga so
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
open in a form of flattery
Reset the purge by the change of a battery
My neighbor sweatin' bullets, it's Shaq with a mullet
'Cause he know he got
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