Lyrics:
played the game and never rode the bench
Will swear up and down this bitch will kill at will
For her family, no fantasy, a james colamity
Time for
have been, never will
It's a cold beer sundown
And we eat what we kill
We marry angels and dance with the devil
In a place where time stands still
Written by James Young, John Curulewski
Lead vocals by James Young
yeah
now tell me girl
won't you tell me true
help me get this out of my
as leaves grow on the tree
Yet before I'd time to turn myself my love was stolen from me
Be still, be still, my daughter what makes you to lament
Is there
Li
鼓：Patrick Fung
鋼琴及電子合成器：Joseph Chi
錄音：Drum, Bass recorded at Altar Studio by Benny Wu
Vocal, Guitar, Mixing, Mastering at Doulos Studio by John Tang
主唱：MMO詩班小組
監製：吉中鳴
助理監製：Paul Lui
製作統籌：林蘊芝
聲部指導：梁敬生
結他：神童
低音結他：James Li
鼓：Patrick Fung
鋼琴及電子合成器：Joseph Chi
錄音：Drum, Bass recorded at Altar Studio by Benny Wu
as though there is nothing to show
There is compassion and depth in a neighbor
Now if Bartles and James didn't need no first names
We could live by our
of the U.S.A.
Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain By divine call
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote
We were sent to war
In the name of St. Patrick
The army of the Green Land,
The Irish Catholics
We came for King James
Fear no one in this
unaffected by,
The winter winds here, she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles, from here
Well Peter Patrick
Whats up world its your boy Mister James
Jupiter's my first girls address me by the same
I got my future set like I carve my own lane
And keep my
three times...
Gonna be like Jesse James."
Now the Conch Train is a tourist toy
That rolls through Key West Town
Like some weird ride from Disneyland
It
Ugh
When my Car go by
I feel so Fly
I aint gone lie
I feel so fly
My drip gone live
Foreign Car crime
Tip-top Ride
Its tick tock time
I cross
inside
Life ain't never been better than it is now
I ain't lonely, I'm by myself
'Cause when you got the Lord you got all the wealth
Check me out I
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
cdios I got go, pop em watch em topple slow
I Lock n
the lobby with tech
Briefer sheets, make the leaf, taste better, we love that wet
Got the new Patrick Ewing Jr.'s, square you, it was boomin'
We was robbin'
clways find the time
Writers: Matthew James citken / Michael Stock / Pete Waterman
Rick James/ Tyson Limint Saddler
Producer: Kontrabandz
No first
Patrick Star is my name, okay
Yes hi hello and hey
I got so many things to say
Not enough time in the day
Come on over to my rock right here
Lived
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick
The old Nashville cowboy was
Burdened with time
He was bent by his years and
The fight with the wine
With a head full of music
And an old nursery
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
Goldeneye
All the time
With guys like James Bong and 00J Simpson
Bonded by our fictional mission
Goldeneye
How old am i?
Is 32 too old to throw your
Written by George Clinton
Lead vocals by James Young
you come to me girl
tears are in your eyes
your head's bowed in sorrow
you whisper your
Written by Lewis Mark
Lead vocals by James Young
if it's my time to die today
please God oh make it fast
balanced on this point for a year
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