Lyrics:
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
silver hair
King Solomon is my father
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun
I watch the boats go by as evening colours the sand
much I love you now and someday I'll be home
Little children I know that you're asking why
Mom and daddy had to fight
Will they ever see the light
Oh,
the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain't nobody home but me
(yeah)
Bring it on down to my house honey,
the children weep
Chills of fear like a saw blade cutting deep
Once again there is pain
I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
the children weep
Chills of fear like a saw blade cutting deep
Once again there is pain
I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
Now you're not able to shut down my master plan
Once you'd crowd around me, marvel young and old
Our machine brings us peace, now we are one
bring good home
I wanna be free
My friend bring good home
Birds of paradise
Songs that mesmerize
Children’s paradise
Thoughts that mesmerize
God is
Yeah
We step into the building and we bring the fire down
Speak the name of Jesus see the problems dying down
Yeah we are the children of the Most
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Hey Santa (Santa)
Bring my baby home tonight
Why does it feel like it's colder than winter
Even by the fire side
My baby said that he'd be home for
understand as I hold my young children
What twenty years time will feel like in this home
Idle
To do lists completed
Silence from the furniture
Unmoved
Floors
femme Nikita
Her children young but her soul is old
She feels free
She'll never bring you down
You're tired, she'll bring you water
She'll never leave
my whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing:
Mama, look
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
ignorin' the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere or we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
Have yourself a good, good time
But don't you know
It's getting late
Yeah, if this world
Is gonna be our home
We gotta make it strong
By living
Hiraeth
Verse 1
I'm longing for home, my days have flown by
I've been alone, for all of my life
Maybe ill find, my own sunrise
All of my angels
Just to see my little nephew smile
The gifts that we bring only last a while
(Memories last lifetimes)
We think of all the love
Bring all the joy,
Of the ruins of the city that their parents grew up in
We never have newspapers in the house
My husband refuses to pay to bring home lies
He says the less we
Our children briging our nation to our one goal
To bring the beis hamekidsh home
ctop of mountain sea
Yartzeit of the rashbi
Music stopped terrible
children
We won't ever have to worry
Through this world of trouble
We've got to love one another
Let us take our fellow man by the hand
Try to help him
the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain't nobody home but me
(yeah)
Bring it on down to my house honey,
to share
Being with the ones who care
Having fun with family there
I wanna be home with you for the holidays
Sitting by the fireplace
Children running all
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