Lyrics:
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've
girl, crying in your sleep
You need a man to love, a man to stand by you
You're the feeling the greatest one of all
You touched my soul
I'm
We need a new American Revolution that will create a new ideology of comradeship in the great enterprise of building a society in which every man
there is no need, when you can see that deep within
You are truly grim
As I approach the age of 30
The wisdom I've obtained has molded me into the man
what keep me going
And it ain't no denying the fact I gotta
Ride for the ones who love be showing
July the 3rd you gave birth
To the man I'am today
And I
Eyes don't say much, the shades keep me enigmatic
Slightly interactive on Twitter watchin' the critics at it
Never panic, I live the life of a man
face red? Man you wasted!"
Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed
to fight for peace
Put flowers in their rifles
Now we're 'bout to be extinct, every man
Woman and child
If it's the end of the world
I will do better next
drop tattoos bright orange jumpsuit
Muslim, white man barbershop, cookout
Kool-Aid, curveball big smile, long cup
New house, old couch blasting, fist
to come at us you must be losing touch
You will get smoked like a
Dutch by the master
Actually a slave of the master
But I'm gettin' paid
If a bastard wanna
to thank, most of y'all is weak
Shouldn't even speak, keepin' a hunnid
Lour woman a freak, by the way you talking
Up in your songs, she be wearin' thongs
to work this out
Let's get it on!
I'm a busy guy, and you're a busy woman
Every day you wake up for work at the crack of nine
Then we gotta choose
list of small illusions,
Pretty stories that she told her drowsy mind
The girl who slept for Scotland
Yet I remember a day by a river wild
When
son, you better see the world
I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave
But remember one thing, don't lose your head to a woman that'll spend your
Come closer, come closer, come look inside a nigga head
Dead for life, ain't no need for me to think twice
Look for that gat but I just can't find it
lame
And I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane
I went for a walk in the woods to get away from it all
I was trailed by a woman who was
drive fast, and I drive as far west as anyone can drive
Eight thousand miles from Lithuania and if I could escape
By driving further then I would, but
or animal impulses or whether cannibalisme stands only from the minds of man-beasts such as some of the most horrific serial-killers
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Sick fucks
his sound from her high heel shoes Now this is Jack's game, woman you will always lose
His naked body he just needs to expose and the girls
the type, I need me a Penelope Cruz woman
Are you comin', are you wantin' a little bit better this view nothin'
But you make it better then bought you them
Need I remind anyone again that armed struggle is an act of love
Nananana nananana nanana
Yes need I remind anyone again that armed struggle is
We don't need those stars anymore
Every man and woman is one
Down to earth and electrified
And Odin's ravens will keep their watch for the shore
But
comin' in with
These fucking new shoes
Only dudes inside that snooze lose
I'm busy that day, I'm living that way
I'm busy as hell
Man don't give me that
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