Lyrics:
the trees
And a draught at the door
With my head in my lap
There's a day to explore
But I'm left without sense
As the hangover strikes
And I
keep calling
The cure and the cause
You keep needing, keep calling
The cure and the cause
You keep needing, keep calling
Even from a shut door
You
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh,
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
heart at times
The cure comes next
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
She has the problem of need
Not conversation
She
believe that a smile could cure
A happy face, keep you warm at night
A happy face, keep you warm at night?
Were you ever fooled by laughter's lure
Were
a call, baby"
Ya know? (In store)
The girl screamed fainted panic on the floor
The bodyguard pulled us out the back door
I never saw her anymore
It was
are open , I hear you calling me
I hear you calling me..
I hear you calling me..
Ohh......
From the album "Gravity's Rainbow"
Written by: N.
on a sword
Writes a prayer on some paper and then he nails it to the door
Just the good of you may enter by the mercy of the lord
Listen not to what he
takes over me
As soon as I go home and close the door
Kinda feels like déjà vu
I wanna get away from this place, I do
But I can't and I won't, say I
They keep breaking day by day
And nothin', and no one
Can get them unstuck
Love can be some bad luck
Love can be some bad luck
Oh yeah
Medicine
have a cure
She be on her iPhone shooting pornos by her self
She just throw the pussy at me on ima wreck it like I'm Ralph
She just want a new purse ima
door, breathing off
Respirators for killing my best boy, haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping
an army of angels
Like an army of angels
Like an army of angels
Hey hey
If hate is poison then loves the cure
And it's you that drives the demons
nothing but her faith in love to guide her
She'll follow the young heart that beats inside her
Walk right through that door and bet it all
Confidant she
the world)
I'm represented by Fetti, I'm so hardcore
Feet to the floor, on one accord
Kick open the door, not knowing the score
I'm tatted and matted,
Get out of doors and stay for good like we knew we should
They brought the man from the second floor He was carried out by police and more
Pitching
And what am i to say?
Wasn't i once on for you?
And what am i to say?
One if by land, two if by sea, three if by chance.
Four for the door, five for
I came I saw
I conquered all
Khule ka Gogo
ITv ya next door
Sina fokol
And manje s'nqono
Ma u sdlelu mona
'So shiva ne mkholo
Ngithi nawe uya
never knowing why
I'm thinking about
Leaving the army
Turning in my uniform
As always awakened
By the old explosions
Just outside of my door
Even
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano
Playing cards and smoking cigars 'til the sun came up
Or was it going down for the night?
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