Lyrics:
jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree
High above
jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree
High above
price,
I give my best and all the rest all at expense of quality life.
Profit over people, “caring don’t pay the bills”
Good is beat by evil.
The ones
not one to claim, more than I know
But we live here and die here, take heart fore you go
From the high mountain, to the old western rivers
I can hear
school, and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood, we won't go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us.
At whose request?
The contract's here
I want to see
My God, the price
It's rather high
Why, it's absurd
Oh, yes, I know
Inform your boss
That by
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
a hopeful smile
Hate myself, I can go for miles
They say family's all you need
Someone to trust can help you breathe
Inhale that drug but you start
in the them and me
He's the exception that proves the rule
All your dreams are a lie
Now much will you swallow when Willy flies by?
There's
stacked up like a mountain high
Car broke down, but I'm gettin' by
Grabbed my boots and my Friday best
Who needs cash? A card'll do the rest
It's not
I'm high
Cause it's the only thing that ever makes the rain stop
Barely get by we get by and I'm tired I'm tired
Steady looking for a high
that spend a week up in the mountains just to heal some
Marry someone that gon' 50/50 when the bill come
Love you 'cause you love me at my low
I
it is
As it appears, oh shit
There go the tears, there go the drank
There go the pills, you know the drill
Sometimes I fear who in the mirror
That
the floor
With people bangin on him, or even hangin on him
But what he did best, above all the rest was...
"A player that can leap, with the best
vital
Therapy helps
But the cost is so high
That when the bill comes
It makes the patient wanna cry
Youth go to college
It’s the key to success
But
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
in to the things I love,
The heights of the mountains that we climb up,
Still really enough to see high up,
And even though we never understand his
fear
Keep that choppa on deck
If a hater run up on me
Hit him up with no rat
It's big business, big bills
And big choppas
Cherry red Challenger, lookin
hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me 'til they need me
Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
I'm
take me high
Cause I
Heard that song on the radio
Listening to your voice on my way back
Phone calling
I'll go anywhere you go
Oh
I'd move any mountain
There are rivers and forests,
And mountains high
There are deep green oceans
And the pale blue sky
Let it go and then, you will know, old friend
Wildflowers brush against my side
This mountain's joy, I can't hide
By a quiet lake, we take our rest
Head on paws, feeling blessed
Cowboy's hat tipped down low
because I didn't
Love Chicago it was
Because I needed to go to
New York so right now
I've got other innovations and
Other thoughts that I want to pursue
the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded
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