Lyrics:
on Windrush, supporting a mar jays old man
Cold doubling eight kids, bare bills
Plus racists full of hatred in your own plant
Three jobs in a day (three jobs
a sun of neon light
And I almost love this town
When I'm by your side
You woke me from a long sleep
And I'm almost back
Closer than ever
Try to concentrate maintain then elevate
Program an ounce from pound to pound
The matter of weight can't hold my mind down
Permanent damage,
dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where
Her big nigga named c, and he stand by the door
Let a trick get funny with the door
She gon' knock 3 times, then his ass gotta go
She sell pussy
thorn whose prick brings lockjaw
And tires torn by sharp yellow rocks
Young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wall
Big About
he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he
Marian and the girl lock eyes for a
Moment before Marian looks away
Faintly embarrassed the girl
Opens the door and before it closes
Marian follows her in
So from CD to TV to movies back to rhymin'
My lifestats makes Jordan's six rings look common
Ya'll hate, I retaliate, just by being great
Big Will
nursery rhyme
And the music that was handed down
From a long forgotten time
Fifteen Cuban minutes get lost in the fog
LIfe's a test, just do your best
Like
on the side of the road
Was throw-back convertible El Dorado
Memories getting me one by one
Right back to that West Coast sun
CHORUS:
Northbound drive
Count down from ten
Let the year-end
Bring in the new
Version of you
Last one's for the books
Next one, fresh outlook
In three two one
me I should stop and waitDevil sat down beside me with a smile on his faceOne look into his eyes and I fell from grace
CHORUS:And now I'm goin'
Get the fuck away from my door!
We got big guns in here, coke over there
With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
And there's Boss Hog black
Intro:
(Gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar, accompanied by soft waves crashing in the background)
In the quiet of the dawn, where the world
back sipping tea
Let my early retirement commence
Far from fools made of wax, I'll get down to brass tacks and relax
When I'm human again
So sweep
From Where I Stand
Wyatt Easterling and Thomas Anderson
December 10, 2019
Watching the news is giving me the blues
What a tangled web they weave
Try
worlds apart
Nothing could ever recover my heart
Two suns and two moons far away
No one could ever love me your way
And I'm gonna wait by the door
I'm
Words and music RW 1978
As I came down by the weary well
Going there to fill my can
My fortune there I do declare
She took me by the hand
The lark
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
the way
I shut it down fast—these three words I say
GET GOIN’ ON—no use in waitin’ or hesitatin’, there ain’t no room for doubt
GET
feeling deep inside
And there's a distance down the line
Far away from the station
We can leave it all behind
On a rolling creation
Sit away from
three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack
remembered where he was
He regained his perspective
That felt a
Lot better
It gets much better
He laid down on his bed
With the front door open
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