Lyrics:
She was born in Honolulu.
She was raised by the O–hi–o.
Her life was full of vile explosion . . . ever so.
She looked to god and posed a question:
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger awhile in the shade of the tree
Throw away your troubles, dream
from afar, like a dark star
They think I'm dangerous
They think I'm really bad
I'm just making up for what I never had
Go out every night whenever I
full of troubles
Trunk rattle in the Mazda
Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera
And I'm standing on the cop's truck
Stacking for the long run
on your dome
My nigga, fuck you and everything you stand for
Hoe, bitch, pussy nigga, fuck you!
I live like I spit it
Raised by the war so my
a loving mother bears
By raising up a boy who's born for freedom
I am so grateful for wiping poo
For letting be the hooligan and search for Truth
For not
If You want a trouble
Looking for something more
You don't belong to nowhere
Usually you Lose control
Adrenaline ,danger
Fists in the air
by true
Born a stoner
Making pillows wet
Bringing suffering
To where I go
You know that I'm trouble
But you still want me
Don't come back crying
When
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
Lost man sining for his soul
I saw it on Rio Bravo
He held the notes like rock and roll
And told his tale to Colorado
I gave up my only twin
I
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
A tattooed madman, I am hell on wheels
Born a wicked child left alone in the fields
My father was the wind, my mother was fire
Raised by
Go fly a kite tie your troubles to the tail
There's joy flying by
Bring your daughters for the day
The day is nearer to darkness
Let the breeze wash
at gunpoint
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera
know sometimes life hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet your lifetimes that and twice it's
know sometimes life hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet your lifetimes that and twice it's
Oh man I wish I knew, I wish I knew it then
But I don't let it stop me
You know I'll be back again
All the mistakes I've made
Trouble that I've been
in the pentagram
A waste of chaos by the gram
Dark eyes for trouble, double damned
Despair
The storm upon lake Lacrymose
Restless. never comatose
on wasteland
And through the barricades
Father made my history
He fought for what he thought
Would set us somehow free
He taught me what to say in
nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives!
Just hear those sleigh bells
on wasteland
And through the barricades
Father made my history
He fought for what he thought
Would set us somehow free
He taught me what to say in
fragile face
Enchantment falls around me
And I know I cannot leave
Here's a meaning for my life
A shelter from the storm
Pacify my troubles with
Her
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
She's not just another woman
She's not no, no
She's not just another woman
She's not no, no
She's given me a new born birth
I found sweetness
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