Lyrics:
and me
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
While God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory,
mouth
They hot, like the jail cell in the south
Before my nigga Core bailed me out
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
We do
they're breezing out to pasture
and I'm breezing in and out.
Flow, let it flow.
It's just so mellow under my pillow.
It's just so mellow I'm surrounded by
nothing like a band of tree frogs singin'
When every now and then they get in tune with grandpa's harp
Now the years have blown by me like the wind
There's some chore's in this house
There's some chore's in this house
French maid
Pedigree neat
Dirt don't beat me
Make oak pristine
Make that Covid game
to check me
When all of those little things walked on by
Oh, but I couldn't really stammer out a word
When that angel stuck in my mind
Looking for love
captain,
"Lord, man ain't nothin' but a man
But efore I let that steam drill beat me down
I'm gonna die with a hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord
I'll die
home
And when I die I hope they bury me
By the Pedernales River 'neath a live oak tree
Where I can see a longhorn graze
And a cactus flower blooming in
forever
In the grips of a woman
Sends shivers down spines
Makes you recall your forgotten good times
When you wake in the morning
To the sound of me
porch, you like a green lawn
You a sweet hello from my first love
I-I-I wake up early in the morning, hot from global warmin'
Wet sheets, that heat,
Judex crederis esse venturus (Our Judge we believe shall come)
In te, Domine, speravi (In You, Lord, have I trusted)
Non confundar in aeternum (Let
the weed
Get on the roof, let's get smoked out, and blaze with me
Two in the morning and we still high, assed out
Screamin', "Thug 'til I die!" before I
your cup 'til it runneth over, Holy Grail
Uh, Blue told me remind you niggas
Uh, fuck that shit y'all talkin' about, I'm the nigga
Uh, caught up in
just knew when it was over
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Troubled mind of an artist
But the star comes alive
as long as you're alive.
Baby, can't you tell.
Well it's four in the morning by the sound of the birds,
I'm starin' at your picture, I'm hearin' your
my dark
Lord, I don't deserve
The love that restores me
And I'm humbled by your heart chorus
For you are holy, holy holy are you, Lord
And you are
strong and good to fly
Away from her alone she'll die
Cradle on quiet old oak limbs
As heaven blue her light fails
A breath of soot into her lungs
freaks die off, leavin' us alone.
We'll raise our children, in the peaceful way we can,
It's up to you and me brother,
To try and try again.
So, hear us
full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back
The cars
VULTURES
I fell asleep by the roots of the oak tree
I had a dream
that
I felt the sublime
Deep in the core of this chaos
inside me
I saw a
shade
covered my roots
You are the dancing Virginia
In black leather boots
Come as a silver morning
Come as the dragonfly
Come as my sleeping sister
Through
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
Once a mold made from clay
Flesh and bone in image made
Chose another it was through
Up to me that would be true
Generations came and passed
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me,
As He died to make men holy
Let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory,
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