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The Demon, hes going up top; this could be dangerous for everyone involved here. Blue Blood is up, and hes down. Taken out by the flying clothes line. Demon
Cold sister drove by at the market store
I need some bananas your pineapple whore
Breakfast and anas
I'm loving him, loving him, she said, she said
Faded Pages
Frank R Barnhart
VERSE I
When I was ten I saw this old worn book
On the table by Grandpas chair
He said go ahead son take a look
And started drinking by myself
For three strange...
I've got to make it through
No matter what it takes
Oh I've got to make it through
These strange days
Three creaky wooden stairs
Those squeaky rocking chairs
The well worn welcome mat
The lattice vines, the happy times
All I wanna do when
Three creaky wooden stairs
Those squeaky rocking chairs
The well worn welcome mat
The lattice vines, the happy times
All I wanna do when
Of things I should be thankful for I've had a goodly share
And as I sit here in the comfort of my cozy chair
My fancy takes me to a humble
Adiós and vaya con Dios
Going home now to stay
(Come on prop it up by the lake)
With my ass in a lawn chair
Toes in the clay
Not a worry in the world
bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For
that they can only survive through your genocide
Strike 1
Strike 2
Strike 3
Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too
And three a.m. breakfast at Denny's
Back then I thought by now
I'd be slowin' down
But the older I get
The more I feel like rockin'
I'm not talkin'
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
Three creaky wooden stairs
Those squeaky rocking chairs
The well worn welcome mat
The lattice vines, the happy times
All I wanna do when
He'd get home at five-thirty
Fix a drink and sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with momma
Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair
At night
You saved me [4x]
Gave me a second chance
You saved me [3x]
You saved me
Now i've been sitting in this chair
Waiting on the phone to ring
(Woo) I give this beat the chair, nigga
SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta
Dope money, hope money, Hublot
My watch better my pen's better, you
Don't
chose us god damn
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
And when you get chose by the paper
You just paper
Goofy
Living the paper
The paper I'm livin'
Its Ice Water Man so you
take from there
Been doing it so long I have goat hairs
Please you invested into ordinary shares
I watch ya play musical chairs with your state
snakes I'm with Bears
Bitch I'm in the majors go sit ina Chair
Built like diamonds you built like A square
This that type of shit that make You want
Clarity
Marlo Hower - Lyrics, Mark Minges - Music
v1
Straw hat, on my head
Sitting in a chair on the beach
Soft breeze sand in my toes
The warm
and kissing, so much love
so much tape they don't...
[Verse 3]
G Am
I'm a total disgrace
I'm standing on my chair
G Am
Its frothing up my face
And though all of my brothers still knock back
A one and three twenty fifths of Tennessee
I'm by fireside view in a lawn chair for two
And I'm thinking back
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
for what you call fine. Never in my time I'm not in your movie. Hey, what can it be on the big white screen Hey how can you see you're living in 3D. I
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