Lyrics:
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
, which if you want to guess the title is called
A Christmas Song, it was the first time I was able to marry my memories and my love of Christmas into
St. Pat
Oh I'd like to see old Ireland, I'd want no more than that
I first stepped on the Emerald Isle when I was just a lad
The first time away from
St. Pat
Oh I'd like to see old Ireland, I'd want no more than that
I first stepped on the Emerald Isle when I was just a lad
The first time away from
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
new song
'Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long
I love to tell the story, 'twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
better days
I gaze upon this love carried by the haze
Fear is gone
Tears have dried
Now I can get the most out of this life
Those times I spent
cvoiding
been
I been feelin like the same old kid
Same old kid
Same old kid
That was
That was crying bout the same old shit
Same old shit
Same old shit
I been
I
shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his
One time to the old me
Who would stand by you when you were lonely
'Til you ran around started around started actin phony
Don't you come around
night out you can't find me
Late night scenes i can't be seen
Songs i listen words seasoned
Less air play build the soul
I feel old man
Feel old man
I'm
the world in the same old view
I only see it through your reflections of blue
Cause I've been waiting some time to write a love song
And this one fell from
to the rind
Any old song by brother John Prine
Sometimes that face looking back in the mirror
It make that mirror, make that mirror cold, babe
But in my
fueled by my true feelings
My heart strums a love song
One that I've never known
(c sweet love song) It's crazy how the melody naturally flows
(c sweet
the dark
Just for old times
Member we close
Man I really miss the old times
Dropping tears while I write this song
From my own lines
Got my own money
I have sung for kings and queens all around the world
I have romanced millions with my guitar and a love song
Taj Mahal to Paris, Galveston
still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts
sleeps
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
But the crown prince grows flowers
Return to the bar, return to the dock
I love the city and I love
fifty)
Let that pistol go when I was nineteen years old (nineteen, uh)
First time I turned twenty, I was cashin' out on gold (uh, gang)
Rich nigga
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
Two time for the growth I've seen
Two time for the holes I've sealed
Two time for the ones who got lost
Two time for the love from God
Two time for
walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are
fucking love y'all
Everybody at fucking A&R, admin, samples
PR, marketing, the execs, fucking Barry White's old ass
That motherfucker took care of me,
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