Lyrics:
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
(singing): Bravely ran away away
ROBIN: I didn't!
MINSTREL (singing): When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled
ROBIN:
the Wooley Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think too much
didn't do nothin'
You let him walk by
Now everyone knows just how much
I needed that man
He wouldn't have gone far away
If only you'd started ringing your
changes immediately)
Mandy: Well, why didn't you say so? He's over here...Sorry
this place is a bit of a mess. What is myrrh, anyway?
Wise
away her old glass slippers,
'Cos they didn't fit her feet of clay.
Oh, he loved her and she loved him,
In their own peculiar way.
I never knew that
People didn't think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money.
He
in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think
You went looking for me dear
Down by the sea
You found some little silver fish
But you didn't find me
I was hiding dear
hiding all away
I was
You went looking for me dear
Down by the sea
You found some little silver fish
But you didn't find me
I was hiding dear
hiding all away
I was
Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry;
His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky;
This world was lucky to see him
chosen me and it
Was as simple as that no
Pressure she liked her drinks and had
A great number of them
She didn't seem quite of
Age but they served he
and the shit that he didn't
When I was a young kid in Sunday school learning about forgiveness
I wish I could forgive you now that I've found things to be happy
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
some love till it gone!
La la la la la la la la la
He dive too deep too low
He doesn't know what is tomorrow?
His shirt is so creed follow by his fellow
a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
Went to sleep, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone
Call from Officer Obie. He said,
freed me from my chains
You Pardoned my death sentence
And gave me life instead
Allowed my charges to be placed You
You Didn't Have To
You carried away
of clay
For the little boy that lived there, he done gone and run away
He's doin' very finely and he appreciates your love
But his sure enough Father want
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
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