Lyrics:
slippers
I like my bitches simple, lay back, relax ya mental
Shit, you know what I do, now tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented, the man
bring you
Please believe me, believe me please do!
Music by Bob Merrill,
With lyrics by Bee Walker, 1949
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
on you
I got a license to kill (to kill)
And you know I'm going straight for your heart (got a license to kill)
Got a license to kill (to kill
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
(come on do the jerk)
I said, come on do the jerk right now (come on do the jerk)
You've got to bob and weave
Come on bob and weave
And when you do
who made you want to you?
Please don't bet that you'll ever escape me
Once I get my sights on you.
Got a license to kill (--to kill--)
And you know I
Well the street lights shine
Down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by
Holdin' hands two by two
A breeze crosses the porch
Bicycle spokes
and I
Are a part of them all
And they're all a part of Tom and me
Hello, Young lovers, whoever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Proverbs 3:6, 1 Peter 5:8, Matthew 16:24
Smell the burning powder?
There's danger in the air
A voice from
Written by bob welch.
Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits
Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go, laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way (ha ha ha)
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits
can't get in your show
I'll take my tom tom and go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
While you were mine
I got so hazy
While you passed by
I found my answer
'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill
You're living on the edge, hanging by a thread
I'm watching every move you
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
your head bob your head if you feel this
And this the real
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
I'm over fences
My lifestyle so expensive
I
and I
are a part of them all
And they're all a part of Tom and me
Hello Young lovers whoever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good
'm gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you)
Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey
Just in case my faith go
I live by my own law
I live by my own
busted at Grove Hill where nobody goes,
And Long Bob drove us to the Badlands,
You can bet your ass we're gonna make it down to tomorrow night's show.
Bob Shane/Jack Splittard
Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory
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