Lyrics:
come first
Whats makes it the worst
Is I feel
Stuck by the same curse
Living from a broken dream
Tryna see a mans worth
Learning from some women
heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it
Oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house
heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house
don’t know what to do
Cause there’s an orange child in the white house and he’s got a bunch of nukes
Got the post Obama blues
All brought to you by fox
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house
Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher,
that dream
Yes I want to live in that dream
Yeah I want to live in that dream
Oh I want to live in that dream
So I'm left with a broken heart by
worse
They say that they love the rainbow
I know they hate when it rains though
They want us back in our stables, label (yeah, yeah)
Black dreams
While you count all the lives that you've broken
And I can hear the sirens still calling your name
And I can see the ashes rise up from the flames
to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta
too froze like an icee
What?
Feel a little love like Mike see?
Wow
I wanna be on a white tee
Staring at palm trees
Dreams from the 90s
(Aye)
I wanna be
Born of a broken man
Born of a broken man, but not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Born of a broken man, but not a broken man
Born of a broken man
And amazed by the way you give
Hey Sir Manny
Can you really
Really talk about love
You care to share
Without perversion
Without religion
Without a broken
been sacrificed
Teach us lessons to live by
God taught us one rule to love each other as i have loved you
Love each other whether you are black
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
the great I Am!
Although we may be broken we needn't be forlorn
Remembering that Christmas is the time when Love was born!
Love for other people, love for
the ghetto it's the same story
Ciggarette butts and cold coffee, black faces
and white mouths, they cry out, for the White House
Ain't no wealth shared,
It's a great day to be alive
I've got all this runnin through my mind
I'm blown away by all I find
I'm here for a reason
To live and love and light
am I, a lady fair, I did wear red and brown
And I did leave my father's house to run with a boy from town
He's mounted on his big white horse and fast
this rich white lady sayin "Ain't he the cutest?"
Clerk said on real estate, so in the car, we'ze awate
Although the ho better know I want 4 mills a day
These past few days, it's been a terrible house
Of pain and it won't soon forget it
And we ain't got a broom, broken glass in every room
We're both
seasickness with sound wave and rock
The line between the sky and the water
Is where I wanna live
Build a simple house and bridge with you
The line between
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