Lyrics:
toward the lamp for light
Picking up the word I find
Here's another letter
To remind me.
In a little while
We'll be with the father
Can't you see
Blow Gabriel blow
Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow
I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp
But now I'm willin' to trim my lamp1
So blow, Gabriel, blow
shine than that lamp keeps your food warm
And the truth is un-disputable, it's beautiful
It should be considered the usual
So I ain't judging you for
lamp is burnin' low
Ain't never had so much
Trouble in my life before.
Trouble in mind, that's true
I have almost lost my mind,
Life ain't worth
an app called iTrap
I trap, shining like a night lamp
I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at
White cup, white hat, laying on a white
when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp, go!
I love your free fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care,
Oh I'm so
goodnight,
That's the way I just gotta behave,
And if I were a lamp I'd light,
Or if I were a banner I'd wave!
Ask me how do I feel,
Little me with my
alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Go!
I love your free fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care, but I
the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
In the beauty
decks of cards
No cords that disappear
No special gear
Like Alladin's lamp and such
But my baby must be a magician 'cause he's sure got the magic touch
mind)
Well, if your handle ain't, on your heartbeat
And your headed between the sheet
And the sign isn't from the lamp post
On the corner
If I owned Aladdin's lamp
I'd make all your dreams come true
But nothing in the world
Could make me love you
More than I do
If I owned a magic
you gon' be"
?
In the late night!
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
Ain't nothin'
see the street lamps flicker
Go on, fight to the end; it's tough enough
When you know the end is bitter
[Chorus]
You're number's up; you're
Conquistadores acted nice
While at home
Madre
Mi Madre
Mi Padre
I know that you're the music
And the beauty
All I ever do
Is to keep the lamp of beauty
Burning
Or how he walked away without a scratch
He thought of her and walked along the exit ramp
He touched the night between two old street lamps.
And every
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
a Volkswagen
Pick up the beat, had a hoes flagging
Siding with the top down, lit like a lamp
Blowing out the amp, trying to bump a tramp
Most niggas
on Sunday night
Ida Red Ida Red
I'm a plumb fool bout Ida Red
Lamp on the table picture on the wall
There's a pretty sofa and that's not all
If
everything we need!
Whoa!
There's not a minute to waste not a second to lose
Theres a city that waits for us it's time we took
All the lamp shades off
I saw the lamp light from your window
I didn't think you were home, sitting there all alone
So I came up to your room to ask you why
Why did you hurt
a firefly lamp
Me and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss
I was too scared to give him
Oh, oh, it doesn't
And the parlor lamps begin to glow
Jim and Jack and John
Put their slippers on
They're all set but we'restill on the go
So lonely
Me and my shadow
Strolling
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