Lyrics:
I do remain
Less daunting as team
You unlikely king by my side
And me so much better for trusting you
My hand over your heart while you
Keep
Ten coaches roll into the dust
Chrome windows turned to rust
'Hand on inside they know they must
Hanging on the green backed words "In God we
(huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care
wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
to yourself
There is a hemorrhage in your mouth
It won't stop bleeding
Well you may be the trigger
I will hold the smoking gun
You'll get away clean
I'll
shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish
come sailin' goodbye
In a little old suped up mini
I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll
Moanin' sirens, was the state patrol
So I get out
My old man's that old man,
Spent his life livin' off the land
Dirty hands, and a clean soul
It breaks his heart seein' foreign cars
Filled with fuel
perched upon your forehead
Oh, my baby, lately I know
That every night I'll kiss you, you'll say in my ear
"Oh, we're in love aren't we?"
Hands in
worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
(By the hand) hand (take me
I'm not in jail
Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard
I see love, I see misery
Jamming side by side on the stage
In the wind some mournful melody
I can read it like the back of my hand
The back
my hand
Hold you for my hand, my hand, my hand
Hold you for my hand, hold you for my hand (hand)
I wanna be in your life until the night is over
Lord
I'll see you on
The Holy Cross Roads
After all this time
To believe in Jesus
After all those drugs
I thought I was Him
After all my lying
myself a plan
That should be the envy of most any man
I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand
Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired
But I
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love
I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole
Leads me by the hand to infinity
Lies
Protect me by thy saving power
Please, hear my feeble plea
Oh, oh, Lord, please, tell me
I kneel in prayer, I try to meet you there
Blessed Jesus, hold my
shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish
hands
Story of a quarryman
Left my home with the shirt on my back
Built my empire on a dry haystack
To break it down a one by one
And back in Cali
me, fuck the aftermath
Bloodbath on my hands, slaughter, red dead
I'm here motherfucker standin' right up on the ledge
Bring the chaos, let me slay
a great boy and what would folks say
To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was
an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"
My
live it, come pay me a visit,
And I'll be somewhere up in the sky
My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh
We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh
the captain in his cups
What's up? Says
"In my gut I know we all are doomed"
She broke up, a hemorrhage of oil gushed
A rage abroil from the soiled foil
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