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From the Scribes and Pharisees
You've got to stay wide
Hold up me head glancing on both side
A wait, anticipate, pray fi you to slide
At the back of your head as you drink
And there's no time to think.
Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow
Will offer their heads for a prayer.
You
Do nothin' till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what's said
Why people tear the seam of anyone's dream
Is over my head
Do nothin' till you
toot toots and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is comin' to town
And curly head dolls that toddle and coo
Elephants, boats, and kiddie cars too
Santa
step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes
Holding my head straight (looking down)
This is the easiest
Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' back in my year
head
I am what I am
Most motherfuckers don't give a damn
Oh, baby, think you can
Be my girl, I'll be your man
Someone full of fun do me 'til I'm
caress,
My heart forgets to beat.
The touch of your hands upon my head,
The love in your eyes a-shine,
And now, at last, that moment divine,
the white man's head
Fell on our daughters as she cried givin' white man head
Almighty, alrighty, niggas is screwin'
God won't You tell me why these ho
the presence of my foes
My head thou hath anoint with oil
My cup it overflow
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me (follow me)
And in
toot toots and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is comin' to town
And curly head dolls that toddle and coo
Elephants, boats, and kiddie cars too
Santa
most the time I spend behind these county bars
'Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask please
Mr.
Sandinista, you can hold your head up high
You have given back their freedom
You have lived up to your name
Sandinista, may your spirit never die
I'd be glad to stay right here with you
Fact is, that is what I'd planned to
But from that fool look on your face
I think I'll head South
What must I say to you
To get inside your head
Why must you always think
I want to get in your pants
And why I always gotta be
The closest
when we walkin' down
Redemption Street
Banner pon head
Bible inna hand
One and all
Make we trod di promised land
Buju go down a Congo
Stop inna
through
No one heard a single word you said
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your head
Oh, she's a little runaway
Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him.
Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head.
Now
dreams in their heads
And very little money in their hands
Some are black and some are white
Ain't to proud to sleep on the floor tonight
With the blind
I turn my head away to hide
The helpless tears
Oh, how I hate to see October go
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are
Stewball was a good horse
And he held a high head
And the mane on his foretop
Was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England
And I rode him in
morning my head is bad
But it's worth it, all the times I had
But I've still got to get my rest
For Monday is a mess Saturday morning,
Oh Satirday
I'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head
Starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed
He opens up my mouth when it's time for me
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down where He lay,
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