Lyrics:
tenure as music director
Fo the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1923-49
(9) Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie of
Mine: Is a song by Glenn
Miller
That Detroit influence, Slum's sound was mighty fine
Addicted by the time, that we left in ninety nine
After that I watched the struggle from afar
Years
It's 2am in the morning and I can't sleep
I gat this pain in my heart girl I can't breath
I was blinded by your love so I couldn't sleep
That feeling
tatted on my face above my eye up under my skin (Redrum)
So play with this shit if you want, I bet you won't come back again
Redrum is my army
I move
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
(about.)
You had a cold for a year, are you trying to bring a cold into zis country. oh my God don't cough on me. what is this medal say. sais berlin
On the phone with the West Glen Ellen rest home,
Talking up a tattle tome.
How bad does she seem?
She makes me want to scream.
My mom is gonna babysit
Gurley
From the eastside of Atlanta
Bless 'em with my presence I feel like Santa
My Kodak moment yea bring out ya camera
I stay lit watch me spark up this
part of the game is this?
If we were in the islands, I would fry your whole tribe
Sicilian style while add enough break wide
As I come back with
the bullets graze against my skin
This world's a war zone
And I've got a shield
And I won't surrender
'Cause your love feels
Like an army of angels
Like
Lazy dreamers on a winter's night
Making plans of the spring?
Paint a picture while I put away my clothes
Crooked corpse is standing side by side
Is
This more than anything else is why I have deigned to grace this final battle with my Imperial presence, even against the advice of the Grand Vizier
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
Fighting with my brothers
Demons fleeing by the thousands
Coming to they territory
Burning down they houses
Army of the Lord
Got the enemy surrounded
A Holy
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Riding through the city, right
Blinded by the city lights
Bad bitch on my left and right
Bad bitch on my left and right
I'm the best, there's no
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
with true leadership
Rebel army united by purpose and vision hear my vision
They planned this shit
They fucked the Lit
Fuck the motherfucking plandemic
nobody tell Clyde
That the name of this song
Is Sam's Song
It's not Irving's song
It's Sam's Song
It's not even Mona's Song
It's Sam's Song
nobody tell Clyde
That the name of this song
Is Sam's Song
It's not Irving's song
It's Sam's Song
It's not even Mona's Song
It's Sam's Song
focus is unrestrained
My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain
Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain
You claim fame, while modest niggas
like a dream
On a whim inspired a hymn
Sink or swim, she’s got me singing
To her rhythm
My loving has a synonym
It goes by “Girl From The Gym”
She goes
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS (Instead of Sheep)
Eddie Fisher/Rosemary Clooney/Bing Crosby
(Irving Berlin)
from the 1954 movie "White Christmas".
When
I don't think they understand
that this the life I chose
Hampton inn hallways
Smelling like what I rolled
Calls from the lobby
I hear they tripping
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