Lyrics:
Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by
Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by
on my carcass
A meal prepped by the Shaolin Crew
Monsieur Dahmer party of two
Vultures take the high road
Rise above the fray
Feast on all the leftover
At lunchbreak we were fighting on the phone
This evening i bought back dvds
But im alone with the tv
Verse 1:
First thing this morning your head was on my chest
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
leave me in the rain
We're on our road to fame (But won't you love me?)
I'm more than just my name
Stop thinking with your brain
Hey now, where'd it
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
never fold
Even with obstacles on the road
Well reap everything that we have sewn.
Blessed by
Entity unknown
Driven in that love we've grown.
Baby I want
know
Swallowed up by the undertow
So go ahead and just look the other way
Count yourself lucky that you live above the fray
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
find that nigga"
Oh my god bitch c'est la vie
We make movies, DVD
Shit ain't PG, CP Three
Our chemistry like alchemy
Bitch, I was outside in the coupe
let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "hurray!" joined me in the fray
Quickly cleared the way of the rocky road to Dublin
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
in the fray and soon we cleared the way on the rocky road
To Dublin
the mainstream
Radio, road man and stage show
At the same time
Watch what "Too Many Man" and "Sunglasses
At Night" do in 2-00-9
Let me show you why I'm the King
of touch, they were out of luck
They were looking for a place to stay
They sat by the road that led back home
As their resolve began to fray
As they closed
"Onward, onward, into the fray,"
my army of one whispers,
but I'm falling, falling into the fray
and it doesn't feel like progress.
The past is my
Between love and having chemistry
Seen a chick walk by
I wasn't shy to be like Listerine
Asked her what she doing around six
Request to watch the screen
If
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
we're deathly long
By fate we fray
The ground howls
The road folds
The sand pulls
As we scrape no cities hear us the ground lies ready:
"I lie, I lie
I by still waters lay
See the sun and breathe the day
Of the trees that deck the bay
They can stand the test of time
Hold my head against the fray
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