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of my routine.
My life is a mess,
and if it's a little bit late to change it,
then how could i even change myself?
.Yeah how could I change?
I gotta
Loving every little thing you do
Well I couldn't deny it
And if they wanted to sentence me to a life time of loving you tenderly
Well I'd be delighted
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone
In them hollarin' pines
And he made a little whiskey for himself
Said it helped to pass the time
Long one evening
left of us
And there's still a little bit
And we can split it up
I can walk by the park and see if anything is up
Sometimes lonely is easy.
to me it was business
I never asked if it was even the score
The dual life, I kept all in me
Through the door, I would put it behind
Poor little eyes
I
And woke up the next day suddenly a grown man
In a rut with no idea how to leave it
My parents got too many kids to help me through
I really don't know
wrote about you, didn't even know it.
Or maybe you did and you.. too afraid to show it.
Tonight I wonder if you're by yourself.
But I can't imagine you
as hell
Don't worry about me, man, save yourself
Let's all meet up at the same hotel
What to do now the cable's out
Show and tell brought them haters out
If
that dance, hit that dance
Now she wanna do it with me
Hold up!
GRIZZLY, GRIZZLY, GRIZZLY, GRIZZLY, GRIZZLY, GRIZZLY, GRIZZLY
Little momma know she
the little fishies that glow in the dark
Well Jacques and the fishes, they're doing the swim
I say "Jump back Jacques and do it again"
He don't work no
your nights all seem a little
Bit colder
Just remember so do mine
Once I tried
Now I'm through trying
You still don't know me after all this time
Hush little baby
Don't you cry
I'm never going away-a
A mighty fine woman someday you'll be
Wedding bells are gonna chime
You'll shed a few
Our country never finds peace with bodies buried under it
I guess some Americans just don't remember
There's a slave graveyard under the World Trade
I was turning nineteen, on a cold December night
Burning like kerosene for nearly half of my life
And I barely had the GPA to make it out of Eugene
Women whisper by the window
Watching the open sea
Are they waiting there for someone?
Are they waiting there for me?
don't you worry, you're pretty
NOW YOURE BACK AT THAT BAR
AND DON'T WANNA FEEL
CHORUS
WE'RE ALL HERE
WE'RE ALL FINE
WE'RE JUST DOIN' ALL WE CAN TO JUST GET BY
AS DIFFERENT AS WE ARE
It's totally fine
You know what they say, we all go a little mad sometimes
This is true fear, got your nerves wracked with despair
You're looking 'round
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Uh)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Uh)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Uh)
It's Jimmy
Uhh
Two pennies to your name now
Check
You got nobody
under
Swerve swerve swerve
Go go go
Swerve swerve swerve
Go go go
You niggas aint got it
You niggas aint real
You niggas don't
Brand on with the skill
You
It's hard to live this life
So full of stress and strife
I need a bit of some advice if you don't mind
Cause lately I been tryna find what's hiding
your choice, do not neglect to live
The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive
The greatest use of life is to spend it for
on the way, cuz im on the way
Drop down like a landslide
Stand by
Blow up like a landmine
In time
Better know that im a bad guy
Combined
With a little bit
know
And what you know is what you stand for all of the time
Blessed are you
Blessed in what you can do
It became a little difficult
We couldn't find
mindful of it’s own nervous rage
Feel like nothin but we want something
To lean on to run to to stand for to show you
We they him myself her them I’m by
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