Lyrics:
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
leave
My sleepin' bag behind your couch
(Be right there) Yes, it does
(Yes, I'll be right there)
It's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
Lewis:
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate
Backstreet Boys:
You
serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm tryin' to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
All our days are numbered
Some live on borrowed time
But life is what you make it
Thank God I was so inclined
To accept my Lord and Savior
When
falling
I caught a song and I set it free
And many a long and lonesome highway
Lies before us as we go
And in the end, I'll do it my way
Look for me
That's like my brother, like same mother different father
Any problems dog know I got 'em
And still we grind from the bottom
Just to make it
of the empathy, you resent me, king of remorse
King of my enemies, may they father feed, I rejoice
King of the skyscrapers, dodging haters, broke religion
Nine
And save all my tears
By your word,
You set the captives free
There is nothing in this world
That you cannot do
I simply live,I simply live for you
kill (Lord)
He gotta show him that it's that real
We ran up on him with the pipe like, "N-, stand still" (Jesus)
"You took my brother life, you made
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
On the day I was born,
said my father, said he,
I've an elegant legacy
waiting for ye.
'Tis a rhyme for your lips
and a song for your heart,
other children besides me
We hardly had enough food or room to sleep
It was hard times
Needed something to ease my troubled mind
Listen! my father
My country, 'tis of Thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Land of the pilgrims' pride
From every mountain side
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
puzzled by the way that you're behaving?
You wonder why you do the things you do?
Are you troubled by your lack of resistance?
It feels like something's
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! I've left the world behind
I'm safe here in my mind
I'm free to speak with my own kind
This is
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
a different dimension
Not to mention when I close my eyes I see the distance
It's such a scary sight so I rarely go to sleep at night
I watch the sun rise
On the day I was born,
said my father, said he,
I've an elegant legacy
waiting for ye.
Tis a rhyme for your lips
and a song for your heart,
On the day I was born
Set me father said he
I've got an elegent legacy waiting for me
It's a rhyme for your lips
It's a song for your heart
On the day I was born,
said my father, said he,
I've an elegant legacy
waiting for ye.
Tis a rhyme for your lips
and a song for your heart,
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