Lyrics:
the word that's memory retention
Swing that word no fencing
(Uh)
Sitting on fences, God's my defence, now when you gonna come to your senses?
(Uh)
Bought
You felt every nail
And every thorn
Piercing in from Your crown
I alone, I am your cross to bear
My soul fiercely unclean
Overwhelmed by feeling
Not
I'll get u hit
Hung up on that niga wasn't talking bout shit
After I fuck her, she gone have to piss
Lacy servin cane, it's legit
Come around my dogs
and sharp breaths, lullabies, madrigals, folk or gondolier songs, and so on...”
“A series of disturbing lullabies handed over to you by a vocal sorcerer
Bill Thaxton was an ex ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was
The fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
float
you're a good lookin' riverboat
and aint that sweet-eyed blindness good to me
down by the grapevine
drink my dady's wine
good mornin
down by
, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by
, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by
Day by day and night by night
I feel you in my mind
It happens all the time
You know my daydreams stop
My heart beats on
I can't take it
sure
All that it brings me makes me feel so pure
I get high on the tide when you are passing by
It's a weird feeling that I know I cannot hide
I get
The last time I saw Richard, it was Detroit in '68 and he told me
"All romantics meet the same fate someday,
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in
it to the Brooklyn Bridge)
Stop being by yourself, now you hung with the crew
I took the bangs out my hair over the summer, I grew
Me and my
your sis if she only knew
I only hung with that bitch to get closer to you
Wasn't no limit to the things I would do
To give all my love to you, my God
and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter, G? Black cat, got your tongue?
Fat track got you sprung, now your hung (do ya feel me?)
Dum-dum-diddy, is
Forced myself to stay at your party
I sat down and watched the whole room
Is it romantic sitting by the window?
Is it romantic no one noticed
Do you see me sitting here?
I'm waiting for you to say anything
Head hung low, kicking stones down
Kicking stones down the road to hell now
I'm
over
come on baby do a slow float
you're a good lookin'
and aint that sweet eyed blindness good to me
down by the grapevine
drink my daddy's wine
technique
All procedures performed by the sexorcist
[Chorus]
Can I suck your tongue?
I can hardly wait... to taste you
Can I suck your tongue?
Please
Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to the friends you know
And everyone you meet
ho, ho the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody
use that oven for some heat
Cause you can't stand the cold
Hung around some fake homies
I was scared to be alone
Hung around some fakes
And that's
And when you walk down the street
Say Hello to friends you know
And everyone you meet
Oh, ho, the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you
to friends you know and everyone you meet.
Oh, ho, the mistletoe hung where you can see,
Somebody waits for you, kiss her once for me.
(ahhhhhhhh)
Have
Oh, ho the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you
Kiss her once for me
Have a holly, jolly Christmas
And in case you didn't hear
Oh by
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to friends you know
And everyone you meet
Oh, ho the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you
Kiss
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