Lyrics:
Tram number three is misery
Tram number four knocks at your door
Tram number five I'm still alive
Tram number six I think I'm fixed
Tram number seven
the motorway
And the city returns to the sand
Baby all the signs are taking me
To no fixed destination
Something strange is coming over me
Stuck in hell
and i fixed Busy and i fixed down
I just wanna hear hard to the choirs
Busy and i fixed Busy and i fixed down
I just wanna hear hard to the choirs
Busy
Put that on my momma
Buss it no problem
Gangsta's and robbers
Fixed us we charged up
I been thuggin since a youngin and I put that on momma
I stayed awake
You had left again
I begged you to stay
You went off with friends
And I'm getting weary of keeping my eyes fixed on you
You left
the greatest
Give love to all the hated
Down on my knees
Yeah I still believe
That I can do whatever
Hi
I go low
I wouldn’t want a fixed speed
Or go slow
I
should of fixed this shit hole mess
Never should of fixed this shit hole mess
You'll say sorry
I say its over
Always giving me cold shoulders
Doors are
on this path my dear
It's lonely down the open road our mind's fixed on where to go
We pack our bags we get we go
Travel far into the unknown
Hold your
So this is it now?
Waiting for a call
Getting sick now
Crying all alone
What is this now
Cant get fixed now
Sing this shit loud
Like you're so proud
would have tried to get it fixed
Oh I would have fixed my head
Oh I would have fixed It
Say that words can't hurt me
But what about the ones that I say
Like Don Shula
This my undefeated season
God Got my confidence up
Call it Godfidence
We call it Godfidence
God did it
He fixed my confidence
He got my
I took a ride I couldn't tell you where
Mile after mile thousand yard stare
I'm broken and i can't be fixed
I'm broken and I'm way past sick
I'm
When those times came
And those men became aware
Of the movement of the planets
Through the fixed stars
And they calculated and recognized
That these
Oh baby it's so addictive
Low lights got me so predictive
Got my heart and now you fixed it
Oh baby I'm so
Got you in the mood
It goes deeper baby
beautiful
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
My eyes are fixed on you
My eyes are fixed on you
My eyes are fixed on you
mixed up we need to be fixed up yeah
Sign of passion, crime of hope
I sell fire, play with dope
Environment time, precious minister
Pouring pledges,
We stand decided when we believe
That were to broken to be fixed
the faith of an old dog
taught that same old dog new tricks
We stand decided
Look into My eyes
And you will see how I see you
I want you to know My gaze
To know the look in your Father's eyes
With your eyes fixed on Me
With Your
new-age, or call me Dasha Snow
Where does this story go? Happy to epilogue
I need to pop out the mute phase into the chop-chop mode
Fixed plan all
Close your eyes, make a wish
When life ain't easy remember this
Just close your eyes and make a wish
All the troubles can be fixed
Close your
a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me
What a weasel
And baby was a workshop owner
Baby was a workshop owner
Baby and me were ripe for
a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me
What a weasel
And baby was a workshop owner
Baby was a workshop owner
Baby and me were ripe for
feelin's fixed
In the mornin', aye
Gotta get some vibes to get my feelin's fixed
Down in the evenin'
'Cos reggae the vibe relieve me of my sorrows
It's
takes a round
It will be the same
Fixed by you
Kicked by you
Kept by you
Who you are?
Fixed by you
Kicked by you
Kept by you
Who am I?
Fragile endless
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