Lyrics:
to reconvene and find ourselves
Backed out by the boos of the crowd
Friends and family even shut us down
All I want is to be
The silver child of my family
Not
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
baby, it's a wild world
It's hard to get by, just upon a smile, girl
Ooh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
I'll always remember you, just like a child
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
a casket and in the casket was a child
I could picture him while livin`, curly hair, protruding lips
I`d seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern
I am all that I need
And I'll be till I'm through
And I'm light on my feet
Good to be without you
Distant light, distant dancer
Mute at midnight
And he only 19, he ain't even had a child
As a child, told his mama he'll be gone for a while
And she cried, still they just put him inside
Now she all
and in the casket was a child
I could picture him while living, curly hair protruding lips
I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips
Then
oh, how we loved each other…
And it was so good to love you
The days, while we loved,
Were so bright, so full of color!
And the days went by
to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest, woke up to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up
Something's got a hold on me
(Oh, it must be love)
Something's got a hold on me right now child
(Yeah, it must be love)
Let me tell you now
I never felt
Know that it would be such a thrill
Cruisin' in my automobile, my automobile
Be by your house, about half past eight
Better be ready, I won't be
child
I get to my money by any means
Nobody was there or was feeling me
I used to be good, now it's killing me
I wanna be bad, it ain't good for me
I'm
in sector 6 yes y'all
and it's good to be here
when we landed up on lex
stirrin up the ground with the sound of doug e fresh
and the hard rockin kids
good
But you stuck by me
Just like you said you would
[Chorus]
Hey I know, that enough is enough
But you shouldn't be talking 'bout
Givin' it up
it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile girl
Ooh baby, baby it's a wild world
I'll always remember you just like a child girl
You
Is worth the pain of waiting
We'll only end up hating
The child we may be creating
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, (scorned by) society
Love
not yet
But while summer, I bet
I get my next child from her
Have a baby by me playin' as loud as I wanna
My checks, they pile, runneth over
Older
boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price
there has to be a twist
A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist
How do you think he does it? I don't know!
What makes him so good?
Ain't got no
come?
To remind me
Of who I am?
Just be
Remember child who you are
Just be
Just be
Remember darling who you are
It's not by striving
But by your love
many years ago
All our hopes were piled on the back of a child
Who turned out to be wild, sent the devil a prayer
Caused the parson to swear so I took
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