Lyrics:
those banks from our place in the shade
Built us a fire but never knew what we made
It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul
It's not
and mind
Some place in no pre-doom
I'm sitting in the park
Eating, laughing with your wife and kids
With the leg full of blood
Bloody splattered hell
Driving me insane
'Round and 'round
The same old tune
Daddy's on the phone
You know you're not alone
Turn that down
And clean up your room
Sons
Driving me insane
'Round and 'round
The same old tune
Daddy's on the phone
You know you're not alone
Turn that down
And clean up your room
Sons
You don't have to but you do, (what are you doing? what is this?) wear them pants, cuz you knew, (they are for yoga class or pilates but not in
have a daughter
She did have a son
She said the lift doesn't work
Run up the stairs and come
And if you don't come quick
You not gonna see your son
slip away"
Mama said to me, "daughter
"You must nurse your cousin well"
So I cared for you through days and nights
But your fever I did not quell
and daughters
Wait like children for their
Gifts on Christmas day
Christmas dream i saw me there
Christmas dream i called my name in my sleep
I looked away, was
from the race of the chase
What a waste
So thanks for the card the announcement of child
And I must say you and sam look great
Your daughter's gleaming
Old rocking chair
It beckons you like a junkie's needle
Start thinking feeble
Cowardly lion
The special today is karma yoga
Glued to the sofa
And I would marry Jimmy, but my father up and said
I'm sad to tell you daughter what your mother never knew
But Jimmy, too, is a son of mine and so
throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di
Pull up to your crib like waddup
Let me st retch your legs like yoga
Little green monster call me Yoda
Big long green dick Anaconda
Pull up to your
I dream in the morning
That she brings me water
And I dream in evening
That she brings me wine
Just a poor man's daughter
From Puerto Penasco
dearest daughter
Your body I'll confine
If none but Jack the sailor
Can ever suit your mind
Oh, can ever suit your mind"
"This body you may 'prison
My heart
I wanna tell you all the story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
She like music, she from Houston like Auntie Yoncé
Man my daughter couldn't have a better mother
If she ever find another, he better love her
Man I
the sea, you said that before)
You got a pina Kodak in your pocket
(What happened to Mars
Where in ring did you hock it? Oh, yes)
Oh, not so loud
(Oh
daughter
Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage
And I'll end up in a Mexican jail
Darling please don't cry you know I wouldn't tell you no lie
Look over
sure don't look like my daughter
Your ridiculous age start a state outrage
And I'll end up in a Mexican jail
Darlin', please don't cry
You know I
does at the sight
Of you baby blue, God blessed your life
I do not live 'less I live in your light
I do not live 'less I live in your light
Blow into my face with scorn, but it's
Not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
I want you
I want you
I want you, so bad
Honey, I want you
I got horses in my car just like a farmer
Yeehaw
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter
Yeehaw
Yeah
Gren8 beats
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got horses
We need love and peace
Love, love and peace
Lay down
Lay down your guns
All you daughters of Zion
All you Abraham sons
I don't know if I can
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