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One More Cup of Coffee

Bic Runga

Live in Concert: With the Christchurch Symphony Orchestra

2003

of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade

for I go,
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade.
He'll teach you how to pick an choose
And how to throw the blade.

does is moan   



Running in the circles they feel 
They attain that
It’s not plus one you need to be regretting that 
Clibmbing up the hill bitch you

of December
We can be twinning in ugly sweaters
Giving my family a show
If he does Christmas Eve
I'll do Hanukkah
If he fonts over me
Like do la la la
I'll clim

Sometimes you just gotta learn by experience 
Sometimes experience is the teacher 
So I don't wanna hear your ps n qs 
Bc all that outside talk sound

it looks like
Black brudda telling little white lies
Blinded by love so he can't see
It went down in the dms and the addison lee
Then I kicked her out

punches hit like Steve
But they cleaner, no weaving will save you from spitting nina
Hold tricksters by the neck, you low key not coming back
When

free yourself by freeing your mind
Tell me how do you spend your time
Is there a point to being alive
Or is it just a countdown until you die

We just

you and we love you
You are favorite of mine

I've been good, don't worry
About me and brother Eddy
We are good, so does dad and mom
And my uncle

the sound of my love loving someone else
And I screamed out when I found them
As I threw her to the ground
"Well, the Lord God he does see you
Don't you think

the realist
Voicemails to God and one day he gone hear it
Just like he always does when life throws me in the mud
Or I jump in myself no goggles or nose plugs

a broken dream
Then I leave me by headspace
And listen to the words that my father taught me
He told me keep a mission and your eyes will open
And you will

Versace
Got her in my pocket tamagotchi
Shooters been itching for a body
Told em go scratch it like disc jockeys
If my bro does his dance he prolly twisting

We got no time for excuses
I'm coming up
You can see that I'm ruthless

My girl won't talk
But she does when the boof hits
Your bitch on chalk
Take

Ice water in my veins replaced by break fluid
Thought love would make me more human
Stupid
Letting cupid fuel it
Look for a partner to fit
Looking in

okay
I know my name is a touchy subject
Does he really hold you
Like the way I held you
I'm guessing no
Looks like you've got no hand to hold
I'm pretty

on alert
Aint no love in these streets
Cant be hanging with scary niggas
That shit is weak
Never shit where you sleep
Better watch where you creep
I dont

baby does for me means to me 
Hell you dont even know what my baby is it could be the weed the car the honey or the money
The honey that can love me

to 
crush your plans. You ain't Son of Sam with a 
gun in hand. I'd love a tramp ‘fore I bump your jams 
'cause you stand as much a chance of advancing

a lesson
I be getting threatened by
These lame brain niggas
But I never sweat 'em
Real niggas show me love in the hood
I ain't never got problems cause I
Got

world don’t rise with you like the sun. But by your light I see.

That I have finally found someone who treats me just as well as he makes love to me.

like the sun and the moon
Connect

You get to pick
Which one you are 
You better realize 
Time does go by

generous love.

It is not until you get here
That the story does unfold,
He created each one so preciously,
Enjoy it as you grow old.

Now I am back in

to the Ango, king of the jungle
Peace ain't doing a thing
Please, Gracy, don't do it again
Why does he have to enhance all the magnitude only by using a pen?