Lyrics:
Harry: (singing)
I can't seem to make up my mind!
Something about mammys
Seems so sublime...
That's the broadway word
Used when they rhyme
A song about
to pick the guitar
With those gospel songs that we always sang
Guess I heard ten-thousand sermons
But Lord, I guess I didn't learn a thing
I was
abuse
some good bird noises there by the way
W is for walter pidgeon
whos mr Griffiths in 'how green was my valley'
i may have started to sound like
judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new Constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile
told you your eyes look like space crystals?
If you wanna come by my place later,
It'd be cool.
It's not gonna be like last time.
I totally
dance into the night
I’ll sing out loud for the world to hear
And pray my words will help you see it clear
My thoughts on paper might make a great song
I grew up with concrete and city lights
Always had the radio right by my side
Heard that old guitar playing Sweet Child O' Mine
Everything felt right
only sing my songs for fun
If you ask me to, I'll do a song for you,
'Cause the women like to see me come
Me and my guitar, my band, we're living
want to hear a song you know
Sometimes I think why do I try
No matter what I sing I'm just another guy
Sitting up here with my guitar
In the background
trout
My drugs they go out on real routes
Your girl texting me real pouty
Place myself the upon the mounting
Pile up the songs and now their counting
When
judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new Constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile
yard, in endangered places
You'll be completely gone, I won't leave no traces
And this is just a song, I'm not gonna be catching any cases
Call me Walter
out the n word for my homies in the server
If a female slide in my dms you know im gonna serve her
The last leg of the song, i blow up, im bomb
Kaboom
a Quitter and you bitter cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'mma kill you,
of yarn
Dolly, me? Am I? I'll trade a dollar for ya dime, oh
Idlest Delilah
Trout and trees remind me of my
Darling 'D the Diver,'
Diver D was a satyr -
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
Lord lord
And my coat isn't hangin' down
Lord lord
But this song is mine
So's this old guitar
If you've been down the end of time
You'll have
bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
You just
It'll be so easy, we'll have no trouble gettin' through
Well I almost made it, except for that one border guard
He opened up my guitar, hello prison
the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar
And we talked
I was playing my guitar
And now I hear your master sing
You kneel for him to come
His body is a golden string that
Your body is hanging from
His body
I ain't join fraternities
Keep the .40 on me just in case they gone come for me
They hearing my songs they think that they knowing me
Fuck them hoes,
home along this path
By the light of the stars, my guitar safe upon my back
And these boots they have treated me well
They'd walk through the fires
any
Money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" and he said
"Kid, we don't want any hangin's
I said, "Obie, did you think I was
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