Lyrics:
It was the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
all furrowed,
And wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers,
So toil-worn for me,
Oh, God bless you and keep you,
Mother Machree.
Ev'ry sorrow
around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground.
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers
floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Make me so sick I could vomit
Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my bitch, she know
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
all furrowed,
And wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers,
So toil-worn for me,
Oh, God bless you and keep you,
Mother Machree.
Ev'ry sorrow
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gathering
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
it out the bottle, flip the finger when she ready
Pretend she fuckin' when she dance, touchin' when she dance
Feelin' on her friends, do it for
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella
With the roving eye
I'll tell me ma when I go
the pictures from life's other side
Just a picture from life's other side
Someone has fell by the way
A life has gone out with the tide
That might have been
goes by and
Stick your finger right in your eye
You hit every thing except that
Fly buzz buzz buzz
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
It’s like lyrically Big and Pac
Man if they friendship was cool
Motherfucking jams we making until
The skies turn blue
My view is by Badu sitting
leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no
Way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way
Hold on i was conceived by Gloria
Carter
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
knockers
Middle finger to the coppers
Pussy poppin' on my popper, ha ha ha ha
You can't stop her (O oh)
I'm the reason why these
Bitches tryna get cute
Only
moves but the crushing tiger just
Might get broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
make
Her do what it do
I'm chopping real game, other niggas is goose
And when I pass by the bitch
She gon' know we the truth
We brought base in your
another middle
Finger to the douchebags
And a fucking tag problem, uh
Okay I got it this
Is something worth solving, uh
But if you’re looking at me
I can’t
He sounded disappointed "I hope not
" he prayed to himself he stared at her
Fly for a long time then slowly
He reached out and touched the Y
Formed by
you should've seen her
Peepin' my demeanor i think she wanted me to
Put something in between her
She seen that glitter shinin'
On my pinky finger
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