Lyrics:
Where have I been all your life?
Sitting on fences-a novocaine for all the senses
Another year will pass us by
I'm making sense of nothing, in
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the light of the December dawn
And by quarter past eight on a Sunday, he was gone
The whole time singing
Oooh, a hundred more miles
A hundred more miles,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
of Hennessy to cure my anxiety)
My mind is slipping by the hour
Please stay about my business (Out my business ,oh)
Who are you? Man, I'm kidding this drink is
got an outbreak
Walls fallin' all around me, I thought it would be easy
Wrong impression of the journey, I'm sick I need somebody to cure me
Nah, it's
You have never missed a day
Never, never, missed a day
You have never left you stayed
Never, never left you stayed
Days, weeks, months and years
early years I was too young to understand
But I remember the smell of beer and seeing all them empty cans
Waking up, crying in the night, hearing
You act gay, so you're probably gay
That's a hundred rounds of
Cum 'bouta spray in his face
You probably got touched as a child
So, that explains why
some that purple (green blue)
100 cent high
Please don't go away (don't go)
I'm not good with goodbyes
Please don't hurt me, know you can
I see red in
[Spoken:] it must have been about 100 years... at least 100 years... I wish you could come back- just come back home.
The day we met feels like 100
idols in Canaan
The scorching, heated, statue of Moloch
Placing the screaming child into its hands
For four-hundred years
They were warned by God's
agua bendita
Pa' que te cure el espasmo
Why nunca sientas envidia
Un, dos, tres
Tres gotas de agua bendita
Pa' que el muchacho de al lado
Te diga los
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet
Heard me a story about this brother
Heard he was more than a hundred years old
Beat up and robbed by friends of his
So he thought
Which proves this
two, now the universe
It said the earth is gonna be destroyed about a hundred thousand years
From now by Nostradamus, Nostradamus,
He can predict
many years ago
Now we're preparing for battle
Know the difference between Good and evil
Killing Satan's army, one by one
Rise up with the good
I can hear
Yo
You'd think after all these years of being clean I'd get my feelings back
Right? So why it don't feel like that
It's like God built my heart
calling your bitch when I'm bored, no, that ain't no past tense
I be drippin' and swaggin' of course (ayy)
How many hundred thousand you make this year
Victoria, Victoria I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
It's been a long time now since high school days
But when I'm
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
the ground
Bet they'll dig them up a hundred years from now
Sweet as I remember
But its automatic now
When I open up my window
And you feed me your affection
bulletproof
If we just get one shot I hope its 100 proof
If we just get one day I'll be up at sunrise
Feeling like a Sunday
Smiling like the sunshine
If we just
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