Lyrics:
the park to love each other
But when our fingers interlock can't deny, can't deny you're worth it
'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you
I
You're still a cunt
I'm still a fucking jerk
Same as it ever was, yeah
Say it'll change but it never does
Ain't gonna ever 'cause
You're the cause
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They
house u wud just automatically ride by my
moms house nigga i love u.
. i swear 2 god i love you.
. i'll never 4get that shit.
. i know u still ridin by my
that we should
Move up a little bit form our parents' station and each
And each generation should do a little bit better
Alright, come on, let's
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
Our years go by
With more or less times of trouble
And the kids in the the house
Were supposed to make up for it double
No Time for anybody
We are
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm hear to tell ya about the good news
Somethin' about the path that we
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm hear to tell ya about the good news
Somethin' about the path that we
bodies on Euson Road
Their outlines softened by the black dust
All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed
But looters had helped themselves
that my grandmama and my granddaddy put a house on
I’m coming back for the land that they snatched from the fam
Imma put the whole south on
I'm coming
deal, nigga you a carby copy
What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth
Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house
What you know
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
other
For our entire village was but a compound house
Yes the culture of Africa, though the child may belong to one household
It took an entire community
And isn't able to cope
So we've Pieta House, Apollo House, Pelican House
For our new age blood sacrifice and ghost estates
My Ireland doesn't know what
bed
Wastelands that lived before the snow
Time stands still
As we race through the universe
On our way to the sun
And as we arrive at the house
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
to hear my craft
From our childhood, our mother didn't hear me laugh
I'm presenting you the future, I don't fear my past
I ain't got a tattoo anywhere
own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by
They don't wanna see me at all
They want me cuffed by the law
I still got trust in the Lord
And I'm still up in the store
I still pop smoke at Dior
the e-race of history
Can I honour the pain of those past and yet know that the past is not me
Can I honour a race, a movement and still be able to see that
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