Lyrics:
to getting older
The wooden fence built up with the little lies
Ghostwriters came and took my hand to guide
Ghostwriters, the women in my life
Two sides
Makin' gravel swing.
I'm diggin' on that.
Little sweet thing.
I'm diggin' on that.
Gotta get there fast,
I'm diggin' on that.
That's where it's
uh.
Backwoods baby sittin' in the front,
She likes the way it rumbles and rides a little rough.
Hah, yeah she does.
Tearin' up a corn field,
stay with me
Just stay a little longer
Another life I'd always be there
Another night of barely breathing
But when the lights go out I'll be
It's never gonna stop
Little memories I keep it in a box
Keys in the lock
Trapped in my heart
Oh when you left my world
That's when it fell apart
how I'd love to lay you down
Ooh
There's so many ways your sweet love made this house into a home
You've got a way of doing little things that
I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in
I
konnen, zam la sal fuck la jistis
Zoe land sal, 4000 nwa, 92i fuck la police
Patriotik, bouda santi
Kalash mwen tiré tout' moun kouri
Little Haiti Zoe,
Start To Drift Away
But Who's More Afraid Its Hard To Say
Just A Little Man Walking In A Big Man's Shoes
But Sooner Or Later They'll Find You
Evil Is What
to our designers
This little fish will wait for you
What we need to see us through
Is some postcards from Ursa Minor
Is anyone out there?
If
Marie Hines
Always Been You
The Tide & The Sea
Far and wide, I see them searching
Day and night, spend their lives looking for
Just a little
There's a little old town in Louisiana
That I'm lucky call my own
There's a warm bed waiting
And a mama saying, "you can always come back home"
I
threatenin'
I wouldn't chance your implants to spring a leak. I like 'em that size
Girl, you got a little dyke in your eyes
Which is cool. You might be
think about you all the time, I know I lack for patience
I feel like time is wasted, okay, I'm a little impatient
While you waiting, you my favorite,
the everlasting worlds begin
In the night I went out searching
It took me three years and a girl
We was blinded by the stars that hit
Our gentle little world
I threw a little rock, against her window
And I held my breath as she climbed down
In a white sundress, she looked like an angel
Whose feet had
I know this is kinda frightening,
But it would feel a little better if you'd put it in writing
I confess, I confess, I confess that I love you more
my lap, as she started to crap
Forever victim to her stench
Molly Ringworm, I love you, Molly
There was a little brown stain on the seat of her
Isn't it nice to know a lot
And a little bit not
calling me
You need to give a little or give your all
'Cause every single time that you leave
I know that you, that you be coming back
It ain't
Think it over in your pretty little head
Think it over what you just said
Are you sure I'm not the one?
Well think it over
Yes think it over
that someone
Who knows a little more
Than something about me."
He says, "I met this girl out in Palm Springs
Man, she's the best! You'd be so happy
Thinking too much make it big when it's little
I'm the realest nigga out girl it's simple
You got questions, I got the answers
Drunk at the club spillin'
You know I could be worried sometimes
About you
Finding a little something more
In somebody else's eyes
But I was not scared of anyone
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