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And talking with haste
I'll be the ace
My shoes are laced
It's an easy race
And I'll take first place
No time to waste
I'm no disgrace
I'm tryna change

an early grave
And all the money I've made
And all the music created
Suddenly all just goes right to waste
I'm making movements in haste
Not sure how long

them sexy brown eyes
Similar to the sunrise
I'm tryna watch the sunrise with you
Raise a son right but not right now
I could be the one for you if I

the day long
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease
And there is no soundness in my flesh
I am feeble and sore broken
I have roared by reason

and fiery body with eyes
To go with it cass was fluid moving fire
She was like a spirit stuck into a form that
Would not hold her
Her hair was black and long

the air without a care,
I'm so sauna
,Not just Shauna (What the fuck?), bite my aura,
I'm light pink one, fuck you think, son? (No way!),
What you write

What Child Is This?
By: Catherine Altomare

What child is this, who laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet

What Child Is This?
written by William Chatterton Dix

What Child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems

Hey, do you want to come play some ball?
Come over after school no need to call
We'll meet halfway in my backyard
My brother throws far but not too

Represent surreal ideas while dripped
Lords of inverted void in the making
We are in step with desynchronization
We inject drain into ventilation
We are sons

Pop music 101
Some simple instructions
For a good first impression
Now lets start with verse one

A minor chord, tensions grow
Fade in the bass like

True Fuschnick

Fu-Schnickens

F.U. Don't Take It Personal

1992

With the same FU style I'm wicked and wild and versatile
When the mic is gripped by Chip you better believe it's worth your while
Pause for the cause

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel/What Child Is This?

Linda Eder

Christmas Stays the Same

2000

sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This this is Christ the king
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste haste to bring Him laud
The babe the son

it's a payday
Hanging out with bae every day it's a new haste
Atleast I'm not on drugs eyy
Okay, okay
She be telling me I gotta love myself okay
She be

(Round em up)
(Yuh)
My 忍者s riding on the horseback
忍び Be moving on they own attack
忍者s When we moving out ain't no slack
Moving with the haste 忍び

like abuse is a game?
Like tearing down your son’s father is a game
You have a son! Why are you
Still competing with me by telling him bad
Things about

What Child Is This?

SHeDAISY

Brand New Year

2000

Christ the King
Whom shepards guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him love
The Babe, the son of Mary

Whoa, whoa
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

So bring

up, yeah
I'm wake and bake busy, oh, I pray the day gifts me
For the haste, state to state, state through state, shifting
For a great living, abate

bowl refugees

We are the sons of Cimarron County
Forsaken and cast out
By our own hands
Plowing and planting
Grazing with much haste
Now we've forsaken

the picture I'm a beast by design [oh yeah]

This is not be taken lightly
Something bout it ain't rightly
Can't get what you want so you spite me
But I shit

free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste

Yo, I hear them talking
Yo, I hear them talking
Things are quiet now, it was making me insane
Do my best with the details, forget about my name
It

There's a hymn that we sing at times in church
That is called "It Is Well With My Soul"
It was written by a man named Horatio Spafford
A man who knew

At the dead end
Is where the next life
Begins
And I've tried
To come by
That morning
A million other ways
But new wine
And the shadow makes its haste