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was seeing my boyfriend at the time and I brought him home back with me to New York city. He was so excited. He was so excited to meet my parents
dad outta work, welfare lying
Prejudice, always see, the bottom of the barrel
Falling down on my knees, heavenly father, here we go on knowing
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
cool I take it make it prettier
All my diamonds are dancing like Breeze
My duffle droppin' some money it's silly
I was given some heavenly kisses
On me
God[02:48.54]Please protect that boy[02:49.48]Down there with seraph eyes[02:51.05]I'm terrified; terrorized by the lengths[02:53.44]Of my imaginative mind[02:54.85]Is
alright but I'll do right by you
I just need to get out my mind
Send that pin and I'll be over real soon
2AM in the city
Don't get trapped by the lights
Lagan
Liffey, Lee
And every tributary
Wash over me
Wash over me
Wash over me
My Ireland should learn from its rivers and burst its banks
My Ireland needs
chicken popped out.
Thank you, master Pinocchio, it said politely.
You have saved me the trouble of breaking my shell. Good-By!
and the chicken flew away.
been praying to be sent to my favorite place in the whole world
Well, if you prayed for a location, I'm sure Heavenly Father will make it happen
save my bold Jamie"
"Good Lord he has stole all her jewels and her rings
Gold watches and amber, all my precious things
And it costs me a fortune in
And you'll find me at the end
Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones
I am not your fathers son
Lost in the static
I am not your fathers son
Lost
only, already done cloned me
Why I sang the blues, when there's only one God
That watches over our every step, I need his help
When I'm walkin',
your thoughts made of gold
But you don't shine
I'm a champ, got the belt on my waist
Leave em damp you could tell on my ace
You can tell in my face
I
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
thought, peep how I’m caught in em
When I part with my art I hope they get lost in it
I had this talk with my father
He couldn’t stop telling me to get over
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