Lyrics:
To all my friends on each bay
To all my fans on week days
Rihanna, put up Pon De Replay
Zendaya wanna put this song on Replay
Iyaz, his iPod's stuck
fingers like a golden breath of air
If I cared I wouldn't be singing this love song of the year
I know the time cannot erase the days
Love is past
am a runaway locomotive, out of my one-track mind.
Play a train song. Play a train song."
I got this old black leather jacket. Got this pack
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
money money money that's all I say
That's why this song is called
Me friends dem ah tell me bout christmas cheer
Some ah dem ah drink rum some ah dem ah
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
you walk away
But I know that it's not, our time
Before you go I got one thing to say
You can tell by the look in my eyes
One-one, this a killa love
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
can't seem to wipe this smile off my face
Life's a happy song
When there's someone by my side to sing along
Everything is great
We'll live happily
slow
For this lady you are carrying
Lord, I hate to see here go
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home
stuck with me
And girl I'll still chase you 'cause misery loves company
But Ima let you know right now
This ain't no motherfucking love song
Ain't no
(in this white man's world)
In this white man's world, I ain't sayin' I'm innocent in all this
I'm just sayin (in this white man's world)
This song
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
final song
So don't let this be our final song
So hear me out before you say the night is over
I want you to know that we gotta, gotta carry on
So
Sittin' by the campfire all night long, sippin' on whiskey, playing our songs (songs)
Sittin' by the campfire playing our songs, sippin' on whiskey
This is love to the town that I come from
This is a plug to all the true ones my love song
This ain't for the club, more like mashed and on a rug
Ladies and gentlemen!
Okay! How you doin' ma, this ya' song ma!
Yea c'mon ma, this ya' song ma!
We can get it on ma, this ya song ma!
This ya song
think the hardest part of holding on is lettin' it go.
When will we sing a new song? A new song.
I'm still smiling as the day goes by,
And how come
[Verse 3]
The djent man is very wrong
The beast is real not just in this song
The purpose of this symphony is to
Confirm the existence of this beast is
eyes, so I had to make this song cry
This for the long ride, crossed by all sides, lost with no guide
Woke with closed eyes, rich with no prize
Filling
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
end the pestilence. Why?
I like the death
I like the misery
I like this world!
The Final Frontier
These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
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