Lyrics:
really miss if the Romans left, Reg.
MASKED COMMANDO AT BACK
Public baths!
STAN
AND it's safe to walk in the streets at night now.
FRANCIS
Yes, they
him
And his older sister, Nasheema, to North
Philly, where they lived in a small
Three-bedroom apartment on Berks Street
Not far from Temple University
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
must be again before the music ends
I must go to Hoboken one more time
I wanna run down that street where
That thin Italian kid ran
Then slow down
on the street, back on her feet
Clappin' the heat
She's dressed to kill
Iced-out head to toe, a snake in black
She's cleared, to, get ill
She's about
Allen was moved to Ontario
To now serve there as the consul
He met his end in a street accident
And was buried in Ross Bay
Mrs. Francis lived to 1894
a big ol' dripping hog
Teacher walks by said fuck 'em flip 'em off
Quick first step cook 'em like they chicken stock
Breaking ankles when I hesi-, step
They say St. Francis planted a Rose
She lived in Potter County where the wild mesquite grows
An audacious flower filling up the room
You could not
AS IT IS
Written by
Arema Arega-Negussie González
(Es así)
Translated by Daniel Francis-Berenson & Arema Arega
I/E. OVERTURE
NARRATOR WIND
don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is
My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany
apartment at the precise moment I was taking a bite out of a blue corn taco
I had a moment of insecurity where I wondered if they were like what’s this
as love
I'm like how? really?
What the fuck you think of?
Yet I ponder where the souls go
After this life
Back to the guf by chance
Given you lived
Executioner-style
He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
"Did you know I lived in your street?" I said
And he looked at me as though I were crazy
"O",
back, when they get away from here
And down beneath Saint Francis Hotel, we'll dream of what we could have been
'Round where our chances fell we'll find
late
under street lights
It is what it is that’s what it be like
From where they
shoot first an dont think twice.
Member creepin out late
under them
and lazy
"Did you know I lived in your street?" I said
And he looked at me like I was crazy
"Oh", he said, "I had no idea"
And he grew as quiet
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
Put tha guns down where tha love at
All this life you aint even lived yet
RIP to my potnas in tha war zone
They out there dying for they country
play dumb.
Say something collopial
I need to get my bearings and a feel for where I'm at
but you ain't hearin' that."
They shout freeze! I'm a tourist
Feels like its misunderstood
Till they recognize the world's run
By Francis Underwood
Corruption surrounds us
On a daily basis
People roam the streets
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
They are more vague
And troubling so we remain
In the passive mode
Throughout history, however
There are people who
Have lived in much tighter
they love you then
I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You talkin? *** but you don't understand what real is
When it came to you ***
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