Lyrics:
You want to talk about indecision?
Just take a look at all the Seminole lies
We are the product, misinformation, a generation milked by a Columbian
Take a look at the mountain
Stretching a mile high
Take a look at the ocean
Far as your eye can see
And think of me
Take a look at the desert
Do you
The boxes piled high. no order, no mind. I'll save the work for you,
'cause I'll be busy sorting through the merrier designs I make inside.
I'm made up of instincts,
None of which are too keen.
But I get by with these high cheek bones,
Little faith in people,
Or a higher being.
I'm
When the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.
A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'.
A time to be courtin' a girl of your own.
I only have eyes for you dear
The moon may be high
But I can't see a thing in the sky
I only have eyes for you
I don't know if we're in
[click]
You don't use our music to get high
Then use our music to get by
[click]
Break!!
[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh
Ohh,
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that
another star
Green light, untied, high tide, breaking the wind
Owaranai keep believing star
Stand hard, shed the lights, hang by, a way behind
Stand
Ain't no angel.. standin' by me
Good or evil it's all the same
I'm defenceless leave me breathless
When I hear your name..
You're my one
Me
So very wise in their own eyes
The world's great minds will one day find
That for life they studied, worked, and pined
But in wisdom made by man
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
Daddy's girl, she works the night away
Through tears and pain, she makes it day by day
Once her heart was weak
It was aching for more
She was
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
best friend cry
That we aren't fools to fall in love but let 'coupledom' die
Ban marriage
Ban marriage
The minister was drunk and high from his
Make ya,and shake yo shit (woo lord)
I am puttin' poetry into motion my addiction is overdosing from a natural high
Supplyin' the soul with that
Wild Bird flying
Sing a song that I can't capture
I'll make it up to you somehow
High my hat was hung there for a while
On a pole set up
need to stay by my side
In this time of life
How you gonna know if it's love in a modern way
How you gonna reach the high you need?
How we gonna
I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing
I only have eyes for you dear
The moon may be high
But I can't see a thing in the sky
I only have eyes for you
I don't know if we're in
love my baby, love my baby. Ah!
My baby loves me
My baby needs me
And I know I ain't going nowhere
I was knee high to a chicken
When that love bug
industry dead ass, or is he!
Five minutes and fiftynine seconds gone by
Are you really ready for this lyrical high?
We can shoot without bullets, D F
Revolving at a high velocity
Proud to be much closer to the sun
Shine your light on everyone
The answer is waiting and soon I'll be fading
Albert would
daydreaming that
Love is cool
Angels leaving and I'm the fool
No you can't stop now that you've started
Jessie's always out drinking and getting high
But
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