Lyrics:
to see life’s not a breeze
But here I am still reaching for that light
Close my eyes and hear the falling leaves
Go find your friends and head up
Christmas
Sufi Mystics
Somehow Christian
Sufjan Stevens
Merry Christmas
I won't be a parody of myself
I can see my age I'm refining
Wanna count the days
I got high with a Sufjan Stevens fan in Normal, Illinois
And this song goes out to all you beautiful
American girls and boys
Strange colored
Vesuvius
I am here
You are that all I have
Fire of fire
I'm insecure
For it is all
Been made to plan
Though I know
I will fail
I cannot
Be
like I'm Jenny from Forrest Gump
Roll up in my Jeep, Sufjan Stevens bumps in the whip
Putting nerds to sleep and we aiming right for the dick
up all night
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's on my mind, he's always right
Bob-Bobby Stevens
I was blinded by your light
Bob-Bobby Stevens
Let me take you home
the opening crawl on the first viewing
Pursuing Illinois, Sufjan Stevens
Even though he's an Asthmatic Kitty
He's too calm breathing
Ripping crews like
[Dialogue 1]
Steven: Yo, is that Will Chen over there? Ay, Will!
Caleb: Nah, man, he go by Da Chen now.
Steven: Da Chen? What’s that even mean?
'm Steven
Blue bag, new bag, 16 Keys
Baby girl hot but still not pleasing
Gotta level up gotta keep increasing
Blackhole bars niggas think I'm Steven
Blue
Boy I am so tired
I'll be glad when I get inside the house
Oh, I dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light?
My God they must gonna rob me
Who
Pompay let them know let them know
Now We no come for trouble we come here to solve the trouble yeah yeah
This one na Nigeria, we go kill am first
Before
met a chick with big lips and I wanted to stay
But most of the pretty women in here are missing their hearts
They be lookin' for world peace by they
Everyone gather 'round now
Sing us a song
Just in case by tomorrow
It happens he's gone
For two weeks and seven days
Our fair foreign friend
I
I have this feeling
We might never see Steven again
But we thought he was gone
Now he's come back again
Last week it was funny
Now
I'm not gonna be your chaplain any longer
To whatever it is you think I think
About God or whatever
But I am a small fish in great big water
How can
the smell of pot, though I rock a steady job and a side part, and by the way, sidebar, I already have a side part, my fault, have to try harder to be hip
No more depressing songs
Gotta stop singing about things that are bad
Cause no one will sing along
To how much of a sad sack I am
Nobody wants
Nobody knows what to do with me
My dating profile's filled with deranged poetry
I touch myself to Sufjan Stevens
cnd pretend that I listen to King
hurt
Because you get angry at what I release
So mad you take a tantrum out on me
By saying:
Godawful AJJ Clone Shit
This is some garbage you're releasing
Here I go again
Up and down alone
All my friends went home
Years ago
All my toys are broken and
So am I inside mom
The carnival has closed
pride won't let me run, by the time I thought i'd finally caught up
She was gone
I know, life e dey sweet but e fit brutally sometimes
Gotta keep your
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
Smack goes to flip the coin
Toss arsonal and Cassidy get
In an argument about who gets to
Pick "tails" as their choice
I said once again I'm here
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
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