Lyrics:
been working
Each day, each week
Each month, each year
So to be clear
My mind walks near
No fear
Every day I must take control
Retaliation will come
brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers
And the message "Jesus Saves"
And each week at the old folks' home
His question was the same
CHORUS:
Does the light still shine?
Does the light still shine?
Is it
That should be some kind of warning
Another sign I'm ignoring
Into oblivion
The day to day has got me numb
Each week blends into the next one
Crazy
I'm tryna make shit worth it
I'm coming out making shit worthless
I'm releasing new songs each week
Each track shows them how I'm this weak
I'm
Well I've been working hard the whole week and now
I'm a gonna have some wine women and song
I gotta workin' each week but that's alright
I've got
their cookers
Each week a crooked politician gets caught
We're not shocked when they're cheaters
These days we're shocked when they're not
Are they
That was chic, that was very chic
Her face appeared in all the motor books
Once a week each and every week
When they checked her gasket out
The old
in my mind
I wanna make love to ya darlin'
Oh It's time to play
Oh it's time to freak
Oh it's time to love
Each day of the week
Oh It's time to play
Oh
ain't even wanted me
Fuck for the low? Bitch you fuck for the free
You being fucking on niggas each day of the week
No you can't get time from me
Don't
I love the times that we spend each day of the week
You stay on my mind like a song that's on repeat
Your love's one of a kind, God your love is so
the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
c fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
See day by day pass by
Each week another try
Rushing off the way you feel
Haste off the whats the deal
Won't you loose the amber
And dance
but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it stayed in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
5...4...3...2...1...
At the end of every week
each one of us becomes a freak.
Tonight the dj makes us move
and then the sweat drops from
We can start each week anew, going out just for the view, dancing until we don’t know when.
We’re gonna play that’s what it’s all about, with so
I'll be a ring a ding drummer
Make each week a thousand or two
Gorgeous girls will beg for my number
Hey I've got a lot of living to do
Yes I'm
Cause I don't play I grind all day, all week, each month, all year
And I don't care what haters say, their bullshit I steer clear
20 Bar verses after 12
Take it as I see
As I'm rolling down the road
I need mental peace
Get distracted by my phone
Each and every week
I'm grand rising on my own
Conceited
on 30A
I hear all the tourists say
If I only had the money and time
Yeah they come down here to stay
A week each year for the cachet
Of this paradise
each and every week because I like to eat aim this 40 at her in the streets because she like to beef ok I'm winners only and I sign myself so send shout
I seek things, speak to me
Things speak to me, please sing to me
Set up, break down 'til I'm weak
Each week we reach a new peak
And I wonder when
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