Lyrics:
heart
But when I see your pretty face
It's hard to hate the human race
Just whisper softly in my ear
I love you more with each passing year
I wanna
Weapon of mass destruction
For almost twenty years, these streets
Have been home to the victims
And there have been more each year
the time for Christmas
And as you raise your yuletide flask
There's like this feeling that you carry
As if from every Christmas past
It's as if each year it
leftover wood from world war I?
Each dream, each year, each thing that's here is something that connects us
But connection just forgets us in its sum
Christmas, Christmas time is here
The sleigh bells and red nosed deer
Songs and songs we love to hear
All played a thousand times each year
Heard this
The years like beers, with each one things getting a little more hazy
And maybe I'm a touch more gray and a little more crazy
Them Calendar pages,
Cashmere
No different than the avenues right here
An increase in the murder rate each year
Paramilitary unit keep the streets clear
Curtains up
Cashmere
No different than the avenues right here
An increase in the murder rate each year
Paramilitary unit keep the streets clear
Curtains up
with fear, manipulate us
Each year, they dominate dividing us like calculators
And we can't add it up cause calculators do the math for us
And here
A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each
There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old
I'm always by your side
And you're always on my mind
Each year, each memory- lost in a haze
But, still- these are the most perfect days
No matter
I'm always by your side
And you're always on my mind
Each year, each memory- lost in a haze
But, still- these are the most perfect days
No matter
chair?
One caress, happiness,
Seems to bless my little honey
I love him more each day
When years have passed away
He'll find my love
Belongs to him
different ways
goin' through this difficult stage, called life
but each year my physical's praised
some fell beyond the reach of help
cut in the street,
Matter of fact I'll bring the grill out
So we can cookout, couple of six pack
Chilling back, sit back, beach chair
Each year we try to take time out
Hate
the block rock this
Box cocaine, cook it and chop it
Looking to profit, in different ways
Goin' through this difficult stage
Called life
But each year my
a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by
down the TEC
And find your intellect
And use that nonsense and flex
Each year, younger, younger havin' sex
With the only thing that
Swears the previous
Shining only enough each year to
Remind us what we're missing
You can't eat a poem and dharma
Can make for a marvellous excuse
Here I am again, alone in
This is the true story about mackin'
Check it
Times are changin' (Talk about it)
More so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
(yeah)
delivered to her door
The card said, Be my Valentine, like all the years before
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say
I love you even
[outro sample on you're in a bad way version:]
Each year at this time, five-and-twenty past two, I'm peculiarly partial to a drop of traditional
each month, all year
And I don't care what haters say, their bullshit I steer clear
ATXien Alien, molding your cranium
But I ain't babying you dummies
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