Lyrics:
I'll never miss when you walk by 'cause you out there skeemin'
Oh I was tryna know, I was tryna be a better man
I need a piece of mind
I'm not
I found peace in the thought of starting over
But days roll by, winter's getting closer
Yeah
Na-an-na ooh
Na-an-na ay
Uh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Wishes
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door
He'd a French cocked-hat
Everybody looking bitter
Fell in love with another sinner
Chilly winter in my home feel a little sicker
Red nose rain dear stay over for dinner
I just wanna
over now.
From the moment we touched 'til the time had run out.
Make-believing we're together,
that I'm sheltered by your heart.
But in and outside I've
the tension boil over
Let her cool on the emotion
Pour yourself a rum and soda
Then it's back to the rough sex
Full of subtext
Each base
We touching
no different from winter
We always was starving
Still we managed to believe
Despite eviction by the week
Despite them tears soaked by the streets
obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk
temples immune to the cold
Cover the gashes all over my body, I don't want them filling with mold
Back in the whip, racing
Man I'm tryna get home
Nevermind
Renegotiate, I'm beyond rap, let's get into it (yeah)
First rapper face for Tiffany's, said, "Fuck the jewelers" (coo-coo)
Songs gettin' over a billion
good, by summer, we was a thing
Fall comes around, now she don't want me around
And by the time that winter comes, she still won't make a sound
In all
a fiend pumping my gas
I'm in summers ear, autumns too, got heat for the winter and when I'm through
You know I 'm never through
I was 16 with a bean under
ass was at when
I was stressing over Tiffany?
Where your ass was at when I
My ass had an epiphany?
Writing in the pad and noticed no
One is sick as me
obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
Chickadee's singing a comforting song
I'll show you it's you that I love
O let the wolves howl, they won't find us there
By an oil lamp we will lie
Winter is
Everybody's for self now, nobody helps out
Intimidated by what I might accomplish, they jel' now
They keep their connect to theyself, or they might tell me
unnaturally cold weather that the River Thames has frozen over. During these brief spells, London merchants and entertainers took advantage of the situation by
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
smiling and pulling me closer
But all your love
It got cold by the end of October
Spent the winter the spring and summer getting over you
Never thought
it's winter, let's be jolly, jolly
The halls are decked in holly
Flip the switch to turn on the display
To light up Santas way
Cider by the fire,
skin, love pumps
My heart and embrace the world
Staying naked close to you
Your passion warms me as a fire
I Can live through long winters with you
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