Lyrics:
Over the hills and everywhere
I say go, tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
While shepherds kept their watching
Over silent flocks by
to the flock to where those bobbies sack
Because without them we must agree,
We would never have made it with a personality.
and Queens he'd met while sailing in a shoe.
Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May.
Oh once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather
I'd keep them
circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter
Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga
The crowd seducer black your third eye before I
I've been thinking about the great migration
Noon and night, they leave the flock
And I imagine their destination
Nettle grass, jagged rock
help that we popular
And all these folks want to flock to us
Come to a show and just rock with us
A million plus with binoculars
I'mma be, I'mma
help that we popular
And all these folks want to flock to us
Come to a show and just rock with us
A million plus with binoculars
I'mma be, I'mma
a young Norweigen princess or a milkmaid
I'm the greatest prima donna in the land
I'm a heiress who has always had her silk made
By her own flock
flocks, draw nigh to gaze,
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore
Because of Christmas day
While shepherds watch their flock by night
They see a bright new shining star
Then hear a choir sing
The music seemed to come from
grab my .44 and mop the flo'
I Mop & Glo, the feds tryin' to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring
the Virgin's womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created.
[Refrain]
See how the shepherds
Summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze!
watching
Over silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze!
We, too, will thither
Bend our hearts' oblations.
[Refrain]
Lo, star-led chieftains,
Down in the valley the sheperd sees
His flock is close at hand
And in the night sky a star is falling down
From someone's hand
Somewhere,
yes I was a comical priest
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down
flock of sheep
And we're tired of hearing promises
That we know they'll never keep.
[Chorus]
We've got to stand together
Every woman, every man,
can be
Tend the mic when we strike precisely
We freak the level with the funk from the inner
Heaven, give me inner, black as I present a
Flock
My pockets all good, my mama's still straight
A bakery chef, how I been flippin' all this cake
Got a flock of famous hoes, took 'em to Barbados
know you're not worried and I know you care
And I know you ask all the same questions I do
I do
I do
Show me that flock of birds that filled
and spent
I have already hung
This face and flock He saved us by
His endless grace will leave me whole
Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound
To save
On your next flight
Watch a flock of birds against the morning sun
Close your eyes and listen to the river run
Catch a firefly in your hand
a brick,
Get a flock and make a fist, get a pot,
Find a bitch, open shop, this ya spot, at her house, trap it out
"I'm selling that good caine, got dope
gold
Gotta flock of these bitches on go mode
Can't name one hood that I can't go
Four dollars and a half on a Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce)
Bought
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