Lyrics:
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
them to another place
"Then they do this
Whole promotional event, they'll run the
Music over somebody's speech
The artist, because they want
Commercial
last race,
Take my place
Have this number
Of mine.
Run, run like a fire,
Don't you run in
In the lanes
Run for time.
Left school with a first
you lose another one
On some sunny day and always stay, Mary
[Chorus]
Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Flies right by me
of strength
Another word for savior
And another word for saint
Mother, a fighter and a lover
Always there by my side no matter what I am going through
So shy, a bundle of butterflies (so shy)
Flush with heat of desire on a natural high
As we drifted to another place in time
And the feeling was so
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
a little love in your heart
And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place for you and me
You just wait and see
Another
going to
(You'll get by you always have before)
Where am I going to
Time and time again
I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom
That I'm
like the first time
You told me by the neon sign
And then your New York kiss
I knew you knew your kiss
Now it's another place
A place your memory owns
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
Prologue:
"Airport scurry flurry faces
Parade of passers by
People going many places
With a smile or just a sigh
Waiting waiting pass the time
last race,
Take my place
Have this number
Of mine.
Run, run like a fire,
Don't you run in
In the lanes
Run for time.
Left school with a first
Peter White feat Basia - Just Another Day
It's just another, just another day
It's just another, just another day
There's no place that I want
I want you to close you're eyes, n' envision
The most beautiful place in tha world
If you in the hood, the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey,
And hey Son, life is more than having fun
So run and get some help with the problems that you face
Take a taste of the bass put your perspective in place
kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give
I'm the original B-I-Z
The Emeza-Emeza-Emeza-Emeza-A-Rrah-K-I-E
Everywhere I go, I always G
I'm thinkin somethin that you never could see
Doin
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
and finest of places
You're always embarrassed by the callouses here on my hands
And I know that it's only a matter of time till you leave me
Cause to your
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
whole chest and
In combat if they fat I'll skinny em
Six times the terror pass the Era to Millineum
G-Funk, bumpin in ya trunk
Call me booshe nigga,
And someday you'll gonna be happy
And someday you will be mine
In my place darling
There is nobody who cares
By the way you walk
By the way you hang your hair
And someday you'll gonna be happy
And someday you will be mine
In my place darling
There is nobody who cares
By the way you walk
By the way you hang your hair
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