Lyrics:
scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
Arm's reach
Keeping you at arm's reach
Won't open my heart again
Won't open my heart again
Lonely
Afraid of being lonely
But company's not everything
flew by, but every now and then
His eyes give her away
To her childish ways
Don't you worry, don't you cry
You'll be in my arms tonight
In my arms
and fall
But I'm okay when I lie down in your arms
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh when I lie down in your arms
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh
big forever, Biggie
Smalls, Big Pun, big L
Big ass coat with the feathers inside
Shirts with the lumber print
Construction timbs in the summer
Take
construction
Taste me you will see more is all you need
You're dedicated to how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster (faster)
Obey your Master (master)
Your life
Heard on your radio
Biggie Smalls, my motherfucking man
Take the microphone and kick the
Wicked like a man
I went from construction Timbs
To Acs with
Save your best moves. It gets weird
Billions of cops, smoke and mirrors
Carrying creed cards we all race for death
Hope to be saved by our next
Supply the fiends
Dollar bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written through
back in your arms
Never going back in your arms
I don’t want back in your arms
Never going back in your arms
(instrumental)
And I was like wax in your
Jar full of shine
Arm out the window with a jar full of shine
(Redneck Rave shit)
Arm out the window with a jar full of shine
(yeah)
Arm out
if I die in your arms tonight
Need to be by you night and day
I'm dreaming about it wide awake
It's alright if I die in your arms tonight
It's
all seem right
When you whisper in the night
Won't you wrap those calming arms around me?
Hold me tight
Hold me near through the years
Through
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
I do more than get by
I done flooded my arm
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Never losing my charm
(Yeah yeah yeah)
To this life I'm bond
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Cost a leg
construction worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man
(What
Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed
Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed
to come home)
If you wanna be delivered (time to come home)
I've been rescued by the Savior (time to come home)
If you wanna be in His favor (time
realism, an imperfect reality
Knowledge, a human construction of theories
Moving the limits of wisdom to edges of its disappearance
Explanations
realism, an imperfect reality
Knowledge, a human construction of theories
Moving the limit's of wisdom to
Edges of it's disappearance
Explanations captured
And there's nothing like a
Walk on down by the bayou
To leave the world behind
Mud Slide I'm depending upon you
Mister Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon
your arms
Don't think about the empty nest
Just focus on togetherness
Right now
I won't forget it
And when I go I hope you see
The road is paved by you
Back in the days when the sun shined bright
The old gang laughed, and stayed up all night
Brothers in arms, we were ready to fight
Girls on our arms
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