Lyrics:
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Home alone I turn da house
Standing ovation she making it clap
Serena Williams I play with dem racks
my old ho wish she had me back
I gotta bad
When last I saw John Williams
A young man full of pride
To have his bride of just four days
Stand shyly by his side
He laughed and slapped me
and on the run from home
Found a job in Times Square
Working live S&M shows
Twenty-five bucks a fuck
And John's a happy man
She wipes the filth away
And it's
and on the run from home
Found a job in Times Square
Working live S&M shows
Twenty-five bucks a fuck
And John's a happy man
She wipes the filth away
And it's
twin you stand alone
All that grey meat's shaking on your bones
Buddy is gone can't spare you a dime
His plane went down before its time
John Wayne,
brothers 'bout to come and take over
We made it all the way to Asia and to Australia
Then made the passage to the America's after all behavior
Came home
letter,
But on reading the paper that day,
The claims that William was paid by the Tsars,
That she instantly threw all his flowers away.
They were
alone can save we
Me wan' find me way back home
Oh di danger zone
Jah protect me now from evil things unknown
Way back home, all if me trod alone
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
John said, "I think it's time you leave."
Whose God is this?
Won't somebody take him home?
Whose God is this?
He's down there all alone
Drunk as hell
unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on"
"Oh, stay at home with me, dear Willie
We called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, called it Helga
Codeine by the lean-a, pounds of gasoline-a,
to
Say you buggin' a little
I was elected for sure at four
There was a call I was
As my father spit the gospel of Christ
By grace through faith alone
I met
the only drink to buy
Really, it's fine, simply divine
It's recommended by William J bryan
Eve'rybody's drinking grape juice
Ever since the town went dry
the verdict is
Placed in a home under social services
Alone in a zone not a lot to share
Locked in and scared under foster care
He called John's parents, but
George Floyd with the beard
And the dreadlocks
Forget the dreads, just locks, don't stop
I'm Eric Garner, John Crawford
Michael Brown, Ezell Ford, Dante
party in pyramids
With Saul Williams while reading the Manu scripts
Of Alex Haley
Inspired by the diary of Nat Turner
Because the life of Anne Frank was
the gold that glitters won't make a house a home
You can be a millionaire and still be sleepin' alone
You might be a millionaire and still be sleepin' alone
the gift shop by the lake that bled blue rivers full of rain
And truth was stretched like clingfilm
Over a john of the kind they have by the Autobahns
And I
[Latoya Williams]
Ooooh...
Hi, my name is Latoya Williams
And this is a story about; my man
You see ladies, I had this man about, two or three years
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