Lyrics:
I'm doing it again
I wanna walk away, start over again
No more rain, no more roses
On my way, shake my thirst in a cool cool pond
There's
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
Ce que j'ai pu
J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
Ce que j'ai pu
I have seen some trouble
Been around the say
Rode
ain't done until I get some
More, no need to roar or yell
Cos I can still tell what will sell
And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll
That
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
that valley of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure
Heat. Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise but he practiced
What he
I cheated myself
Like I knew, I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
I'm upstairs with my ex boy
He's at my place but I
pearl handled deck
The county won't give me no more methadone
And they cut off your welfare check
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think i'm sinking down...
the dream of happiness I'll see no more
Old rockin' chair's got me, cane by my side
Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide
Can't get from this
blessed Saviour's name
When I get to Glory, I'm Gonna sing, sing, sing.
In this world of sorrow, I've seen trouble and woe
When I get to Glory I'll see no
Every year I think about coming back
Seems like so much more
Time goes by than that
Hard to believe it's all real time
I'm sorry I can't be there
night
Feeling getting higher
Gotta live it up, you can't give it up for one more night
I... Too much time trying to analyze
This ain't no silly game it's
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got fifteen
hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far
So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by
As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
For the raping and the killing
Sermon, one of god's children of billions
With more hype than Williams
Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending
My squad prepare for squad
more to life than drinkin', party all the time, woah (woo, woo)
This gon' last a lifetime (lifetime), no more Mister Nice Guy (Nice Guy)
I text Jaden
a week bustin that trey-pound
I would never ask you to wait around
But how do a white sandy beach in St. Tropez sound?
And no more outta town trips on that
And trouble is a friend of mine
I'd like to leave behind
I like my friends more refined
Things I lose
Weighing on my heart
Every time I start to think
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the news
I took him home and fed him
Till he couldn't eat no more
I took him to my room
And put a blanket on the floor
After that beside my bed
Is where
could have loved you more than me
And if I was them, I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest
trouble in the sky
Comin' closer was a sound that topped the devil's choir
Then we knew we had to race a raging prairie fire
When all at once a flame
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