Lyrics:
you won't forget of me
As the sun, rises
Love, tries its
Best
To rise above the hill
As the moon comes
And my gloom runs
Into my valley
Of hope below
ain't a man around could knock me off my cloud 'cause "Darling, I love you"
And little by little watch it all come true
Darling, you know, I'm sorry
something I might play
A beat I might make might make they life change
And save their whole deal, Their wrist is on chill
They house is on hill, You could
of the hill in the still blue air
Near the weather vane, by the track and train?
I'll be looking for you in the rocky world
She's turning twenty, and out
Please observe me if you will
I'm Professor Harold Hill
And I'm here to organize a River City's boys' band
Oh think, my friends, how could any pool
off the Back Valley Road
Every Sunday morn' you could hear those church bells ring
Amazing Grace filled the air as Red Hill's church choir would sing
some time now baby
as you see
I'm the running man
watching my life flash by like frames
you could be my running mate
together we could find a way
to stop
That freezes our world for a moment
Since you've been gone
My nights have been empty
And my mornings, gray
Every morning I go to the top of the hill
jersey
I need a lot of mercy—I did a lot of splurging
I need a lot of faith
I’m 5 seconds from going dark on my friends
5 steps like Dru Hill how it starts
my brothers, be conscious my sisters
And by your works you shall surely be paid
Never try fi dis the man with the handle, the one who's got
getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I pivot through my borough givin' pounds
pan out uh
I wonder if you still wearing my shirts in the bed you lay in
Did you buy more pillows?
Did you cry like I did?
I brought you up so I could
on the hill now
My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Deita
Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka
Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika
Down
but it's my turn now
And it should've been my first route
Young Tiller, what the fuck was you worried about?
Who was talkin' all that shit? I'ma bury
I could cross every ocean and I
Could run through the hills
But you would search every place that I Hide
Oh, where else could I run to
I have walked
the rain
And ran into my nigga named Dane, I mean, Hakeem
And we was buildin' on how we could organize the team
For this capital gain bein' that we in
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (that's my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My
you can tell that a boy finna eat cause I took my seat first
3 course meal, full entrée, refills and I want my dessert
So why not make a toast?
and out, out and in, 'round and 'round again
I keep my girls in rotation, door rotating
You're looking for a good time? I'm always on vacation
You could
think of you from time to time
As the years go by
Oh how I wish
I could tell you about my life
All I got
All I got
All I got are the pictures of us
How I
canister, look at this bastard go
It don't take much to aim, fingers been snatchin' souls
Out on my grind, rhymin', stacking this cash to hold
And I could
of the hill I could see you
Spread your wings flying in the sky (Distance)
Standing at the top of the hill I could see you
Spread your wings flying in the sky
voluntarily
Like the leaves that brush the buses in the summer
Branches on my birth year, 94,
Up at Notting Hill, I promised nothing
Down by Holland Park, I
ya
Run from ogc and get caught by heltah skeltah
Jack to the other side, run for cover hide
And you still wouldn't be safe even if I let em slide
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