Lyrics:
looked ahead
But the fork in the river took us separate ways
As the years went by, I can't forget those days
And I often wonder but I'll never know
If
don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
I'm walkin over to you
Meet me by the door
I'm the girl in the 7 inch
Birth of the Sparkchild - Featuring Orlando Watson & Simon Novsky
Written by Adrian Orlando Watson II & Simon Novsky
Sevana Sounds (BMI), Simon
a John Wayne fan
Her baby blue eyes had the warning signs
That woman was bad to the bone
She never cried when old Yeller died
So do you think I'll
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
There tro see my Linda Lou
I'm going back to old Kentucky
Where the skies are always blue
Linda Lou she is a beauty
those pretty brown eyes I loved
still but hours must really have rushed by
I didn't realize but love was in your eyes
I really should have gone
But love went on and on
Last train
We pulled the shades
And closed our eyes
The Stockholm city lights
Were slowly starting to rise
And we were strapped against
Those Scandinavian skies
with Birdy on the sidelines crying
With Kyle Watson giving me an assist
Above The Rim
It's all Mind not in the sense of possession but
In the sense
I've come to feel that you're a blessing in disguise,
Find a way of making sure.
Is what you show to me the devil in your eyes?
Are you
the by and by,
All mysteries are just more
Needles in the camel's eye
So now you want to change sides
You say the lesson's been learned
I can tell by your voice, baby just got burned
I can see in your eyes, and read
Come my love with me, take me by the hand
And we soon will be in a magic land
Heaven waits for those who dare to climb
The stairway of love
Kiss by
the railroad track,
A mother with watchful eyes.
Saw a gleam of hope in a tender smile,
As the train went rushing by,
Just one short look,
Was his only chance?
And throw down a cold one or two
There's a jukebox that's full of records
By Willie, Haggard and Jones
There's a picture of Elvis and ol' John Wayne
of gratification in some twisted mind
Johnny Guitar Watson: YEAH!
Senator Trible: Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes
me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things
I need the most in my life
Yeah
Now the days have grown
To years of feeling all alone
And you laugh at each brief allusion in your eyes--see
cry out for your life tonight
END OF FILE
--
Dave Watson, Severed Heads Liberation Front
we livin' in?
Bang those dividends, snakes stay slitherin'
How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin' it?
How you plan to take a nigga's
roll, all black, buttons and shyer
I don't need you hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes
What?
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Nigga C'mon
You gotta love us
Bumpin
Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf', did this, this right here is crazy
I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like not-not big in the sense of weight, you know what
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