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Freeing the damned by being free as I am And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand Who just might be needing a hand I got you 9th
time by Or a leader who falls and you ask why I ask why we're here And you are gone You are gone And that's a story I can't write A story I can't write
Come on everybody you've got to lend a hand Because we can't do it all by ourselves! You can read between the lines or sit on the fence But that
Come on everybody you've got to lend a hand Because we can't do it all by ourselves! You can read between the lines or sit on the fence But that
Why don't we write another song and begin another day Why can't we find another way Don't we need a second chance, can't we find a place to dance Why
the flame We'll burn it on both ends, we're hoping and praying for rain Yeah, I'd settle on a bed of rusty nails instead of roses 'Cause a song by any
do do do, do do) I can floss my own bling bling (Do do do do, do do) Write the the words to the songs I sing (Do do do do, do do) I can even raise
Couple deeds I ain't write on my sleeve Reason I'm out here and feeling like prince Look at my tint, look at my lense All I see purple rain it's on me When
claimin' that you're dykin' But in 9-4, it's show and tell Keep doin' what ya doin' and go on, girl [You go girl] [Tell em brother!] [Tell em
I cannot record too loud My finace is asleep I was hoping I could write a song And keep her for a week If I get too loud out here She might wake up
nigga, I only pull strings Just be 100 with me, Baby take it slow for me Please don't mention no to me, I just wanna get along with you Maybe write a song
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique She wore geckos round her neck and bracelets on her feet A superstitious woman from the land
Fresh prince with Bel-Air before Geoffrey Zoning, the We The Best headphones on heavy I’m too hot, it’s that boom bap Doug E Fresh at the rooftop Don’t be
Oh little town of Bethlehem, How still we see the lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets
They want to make it seem like YOU'RE WRONG for writin the reality song (Don't touch those issues, don't talk about dat We don't take knowledge rap)
Usually, I make a weed song So it goes, a weed song Usually, I make a weed song So it goes, a weed song Forty-one, forty-two Forty-three,
We find our songs In fashion magazines We read the story In the morning paper I touch their hearts And they touch my skin I'm on your screen
Words and music by Bob Hartman Based on Philippians 2:9-10 Some men called Him Rabbi, good teacher, nothing more The Son of just a carpenter who
sunrise made me write a country song 'Cuz Daddy was a preacher, Momma made due Five boys and a girl, what we put 'em through Mmmmhmmm They taught us right
And forever grateful for direction While I write this fantasy in song so at least you know how I wanted it to go Moonlit we all look the same Your signals
bald men Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors So she gets fifty years of bad luck
the world pray for Their prince charming, beauty love, love anyone else When you feel alone, if you are alone Sing along to this song Sing along to this
be, my nigga! Six thousand and seven hundred degrees, my river! Ate a earregular mind state, but it fried N9ne's liver, huh?! Earregular, we
tenure as music director Fo the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1923-49 (9) Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie of Mine: Is a song by Glenn Miller
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