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or eight-one
You'll get ate from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst
Of my cycle
I don't like to be
Awake at night
Sneak up in my head sometimes
And critique my life
This sickness
Is my choice
The cycles that I live for
This
Remorseless Norsemen swim ashore
The Eastern coast belongs to us no more
Shirtless in the rain
The heathen army's upon us once again
Led by the sons
(Yes, I would)
Ain't no two ways about it
I have been saved by Jesus Christ
Yes, I have
Even though I am a sinner
He will always be my friend
To the tune of “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift
[Verse 1]
Transformed cell properties
Include growing indefinitely
Lack anchorage dependence
They lack
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging
with the quick and the dead
Good on you son, good on you
The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah
Good
Verse 1:
We were lost but then you rescued us
Through your son, on earth you came
You took our guilt, you took our shame away
With our hands raised
of rational moments
Projected by light wave on two ever
Changing landscapes of space and time
Not one phase is retained
No shared collective or memory
the cycle, break the silence 3, 2, 1 she's on the ground, 3, 2, 1 she
gets a beat down every 11 days in this country a woman is murdered by her husband,
"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like a soldier
Of your son, Ted?
With a scattered coat and a big cocked hat,
Mrs. McGrath wouldn
pager
You go find witness in a two trap conquest
They'll know it everywhere we wanna do this
You see, you gotta understand that things going cycle
Our world faces a new reality
The futures of our children
Their sons and daughters' purity
Is corrupted by the aura
Of violence brooding in our
on the Meditereen'.
Tell me the news of my son Ted.
Is the poor boy livin' or is he dead?"
Now up comes Ted without any legs
And in their place he has two wooden pegs
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
the time,
No one cares for anyone else,
In a world where the sun don't shine
Shamsia [Repeat: x2]
Some sons dream of leaving,
While they're young
me
Cutting thistles, paint drying on your face, wherever you stand is a wonderful to be
So cycle safely in the clothes of yesterday and here by Rootle
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy
Side by side
He's always there when ya' need him
By side
One is lonely and two is boring
Think what
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