Lyrics:
as she moved through the fair
And the colors were all ablaze
And the light it danced upon her hair
As the world stood waiting for her gaze
And the people
hearing the alarms
You can't stop all that love that I got
Wanna rewind time to better days that were hot check it
Bring back the better days for me baby
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
step mom had the nerve in that to say you were the product of my sin
I told your step mom to step on and go to her sisters
I was hot my soul could ah
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
Remember Me ( Patrick Day Tribute)[Extended]
I am Patrick Day..... Yo yo my brother (You knew this
One was coming) we down here missing you. In
Christ and the pale queens
I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth
I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by
Buckwheat and stymie's down with Rodney Allen rippey
While Tommy and Annica were beating up Pippy
Karate chops snap crackle pops
You do the hip thing
only fear God
We don't fear you
Got the city hot
City on lock
City on the sauce
Got the city hot
City on lock
City on the sauce
Got the city hot
City
you were born fucking great
And you're beautiful
Don't let no one tell you different
You're a child of the universe
Powered by the infinite
Spreading
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that
when I'm falling
Even on a hot day i'll be balling
Yeah you can take my life away
I promise i don't need to stay
But can you really say
That you don't
blaxploitation
my pen bleeds big boy hatred
Channel 66, the inspiration
don't you dare change it
my dads drunk, escape the anguish one way
thank god it's Kung fu
and evil of that tree do not eat
For in the day you eat, you will surely die
The problem with this world, it thinks that it could be God
Bone of bone flesh
no cap my first time in 201
I was inna junt bout 6-7 days and aint eat nun but hot chips
My homeboy fetty ru kept me loaded on them junts on pz
Back
You know there's a time in every man's life where he gotta make a change
And try to move up to the next level
That day I came and I tracked the beat
what you were born to replenish
Heavy
Addiction, and pain follows after
Because the mind is so demented
It's time to start listening
God is whispering
I
Freddie Mercury, this is your life
Thank the Lord that you were born white
And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity
To peddle your hypocrisy
fucking brutal
Miss me with that bullshit talk you already know I'm a ruler
And I grabbed the game by the balls like she did Ruger
I Been hitting all these
by Eve
Who in turn coaxed Adam to cover they know the deed
When the Gods seen this they were very displeased
With no execution committed
The first
Yeah, you know I'm in the cut
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
I been fightin' in the Cold War
'Cause I-'cause I
the next aisle
I'll detourn, take form and hot tail
I'll pile high miles upon trial of false scale
Broken fish off leash and the chain and chic kitsch
Just
you
I want you, I want you
I've been thinkin? ?bout, I've been thinkin? ?bout
I've been thinkin? ?bout you lately
Thoughts take me to when we were
This here was made before we were born
A dreamer so I'm a keep dreamin' on
It's kinda like 'The Breakup' with Jen and Vince Vaughn
Once the love was
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