Lyrics:
Chopping down tons of trees
Got seas of print not a soul can read say
Why do I drown you build brick boxes
One by one now they block my sun
But it's
Somehow you say it slipped right off you're hand.
And when I asked about those boxes stacked there by the door.
You say it's just some old things you
Oh, what a year it's been
Time to go deck the halls again
It's getting cold outside, let's stay in
Watching snowflakes falling down
Get the boxes
I see you walking by now you've got your own ideas
Just get to the shelter for a bed and you're next meal
There are no beds tonight so you'll be out
For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees,
The homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables.
All
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
Sinister echoes clutching at straws
Letter boxes screaming
You try to pin him to the wall
You end up on the ceiling
Locked in a dome
neat
There’s Noel Edmonds in a cuntish shirt
He’s 63 but he looks about forty… five
You open the boxes, one by one
They contain money, different sums
I still keep her memory around me
I still hear her voice in my head
The boxes of books
That she never took
And pictures that hang by the bed
Big Mac, small mac, burger and fries
Sheve 'em in boxes all the same size
Easy on the mustard, heavy on the sauce
Double for the fat boy eats like
blue boxes just to see
Bit by a lion scratched by a friend
They told me, put things in boxes
And build things in straight lines
I know that I'd rather go the way that she goes
Flowin' with the winds, blowin',
In the cardboard boxes
Where you make them stay
In the docklands of East London
Where those great tall ships once sailed
Of a price of couple
the duration of time
Ticks and ticks on as I speak
Three for the Hard Way, for real earns pay
No need for a 9 to 5, week by week
Zev Love is for the birds, I
Two wheeler, four wheeler
I could move the boxes
Four Wheeler, yeah
In the honey time of youth
When the wind had sweet breath
When
Neurotic smart bombs fault intolerant
Lulling in recursive parabolas
Black boxes shake hands scoping for shroud lines
With ten thousand mile
these boxes, tied up with string
'Cause all I want for Christmas is the girl of my dreams
Yeah, woo
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Yeah
Light's are goin' up
Silhouettes danced on the living room wall
She took him by the hand and led him down the hall
Under the spell of a Casablanca fan
She became a woman and he
boxes by the side of the road
The rented truck is getting ready to load
The cardboard boxes by the side of the road
Are you ready to load?
The business
Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
Now the kids have all grown old, no more grass stains on their big dreams.
Now we pack it all it seems in these boxes, all these boxes.
cll these
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones
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