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through bodies like she's out for blood
Like down by the river with a stranger no one knows
Or the bassist and the drummer backstage after the show
A rich
come over, baby come over, won't you come over for me
On my destiny's child baby let me cater you
You my one love now baby make a day with you
Even
France
This is thee
Pièce de Résistance
That means that this is my final chan-ce
If I was in destiny's child I'd be Beyoncé
If I was in Jackson 5 I'd be
a manger cold and dark Mary's little boy was born
A long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible say
That Mary's boy child Jesus Christ was born
need a little more
M: Baby let me squeeze ya
W: Oh, oh child, I need a little more
M: Now baby what you want
W: Oh, I need a little more
Oh
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around)
it’s her turn to get by my mood
Should've killed her when I got her good
They see a monster when I only see a boy
A simple child with his simple mind
The Boy was walking alone down the rain-drenched streets, wondering about the people around. “Why do they do all this?” he thought. The child was
bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down
ways"
Said, "it looks to me like they've all gone wild
It was peaceful back when I was a child"
Well, man, could it be that the girls and boys
Are
the thoughts of a child her arrival
Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival
Now she 25, barely grown out her own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin'
school?
With a little disappointment in how I structure my views?
Or the paths that I choose?
Major switches in education
Am I your child or am I somebody
Dreams never died
Again and again
Again and again
Haunted by the trust of a child
With no place to go now
Little boy brave
Wanders the streets
that
Unless the nigga died by the police
Every time I come through the hood
They done put a young brother on a tee
And y'all ain't give a fuck about him
lotion
When I got wiped out by a beach boy
He was surfin' when he hit me but jumped off his board to get me
And he dragged me by the armpit like
careful child, be careful, Your soul of pure won't live through cruelty
Ay, Ay
Want all my jackets designer, all of my chairs are recliners
Only live once
like Topher
All you talk is bread ill burn it like toaster
I am destiny's child but i am my own soldier
I'm singing
Time is rare, all you do is stop
tried to
Like a male lion in a pride do
Who can I speak my mind to?
I must be destiny's child based on all that I survived through
I could've died from
Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible says,
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
Hark, now hear the angels sing,
Little girls
Little boys
Growing up
Making noise
Getting bigger
Getting bolder
Getting grown
Before we've known
Taking time
By the hand
As you pass
Thrown off the bridge
To the river by the ridge
Was the iron mountain baby
A man walking by
Said he heard a little cry
And he found him in
When the world is such a mess
It's hard not to feel depressed
Getting stressed by what may come in time.
But life is much more pleasant when
You say you know the story of the giant that was killed by the little boy
But do you know exactly when and why Goliath fell
In his hand he held
remorsal pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa
Momma,
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