Lyrics:
and wrong
And share with me: do you owe that kid a song?
Or were you killed by the age-fifteen version
And the guilt that made age sixteen worse
home to and, you know
Something for me to, you know
Not only be brave for what I
Wanna do for humanity but
Also to be more protective of
Myself for my
your own version sing along
La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la–la-la-la-la-la
whats it this week? perhaps a little game of poker?
or the import by
to go
Cause I've been out here on my own
I want to come home
Can You help me Lord
And I hear You say
Child you've been covered by grace
And you already
out what is next (yah)
Do not complain about your Nine to Five, I’m unimpressed
See me work Five till Nine, every night on my quest
These days, I
Step up in the place and I'm living right
Even though I have a few things I gotta get tight
Jesus knows my heart and you probably knew the old me
And they never would come down
Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
trynna be the best version of me flow so cold like it's 30 degrees
Sometimes I feel like I'm 40 below sometimes I feel like the birds in the trees
She knows deep down that she's cold by design
Still asking myself if I'm wasting my time
Ok ok ok
Woah
Ok ok ok
Woah
On me
On me
I know you still
it against you, you don't have to be you
But you'll never see, you'll never see
That version of me
I'm not the girl in the white dress
I'm not
I say, this job is done fast
Saving species mentally challenged my ass
Jessica can't ignore me
I'm basking in my glory while
Passing the nineteen
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
you are seeing the catch
When the weight starts pulling you down by the neck
The cold metal of the chains tangle my throat
I guess the best slaves must
and play em in the beacon son
I am you, you are me, we are one
Law Library, a place where you need to come
Cause to get freedom, you can't be free
and ends meet
I know my God isn't against me
Won't shoulder the burden that I couldn't lift
So I'ma ride for this like 92 banging 2Pacalypse
I'm a Young
Classic
Now if the systems is a hole gotta get me some doh
So'll be pimping these flows till I'm dripping in gold
Got a tank full of passion now I
The earlier version by the Hart Valley Drifters is:
I am a roving gambler
I've gambled all around
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards
I lay my money down
Lay
anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary, ya Irie?
I need 18 points for my next joint, this high annointed king
To make a deal, I be the one to appoint
Acquiescence in your eyes, this was never in the plan
A losing hand that seemed to take you by surprise
I thought you had some fight in you, I
can't hear me by my sound
I'm a fucking killer now
I am running super loud
Even when i put you down
You can't hear me by my sound
You will be dead
Before
The Bad Seeds often sang 'Come on home, Sydney Cindy' -Maurice
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat
used to stay one 29th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock
by my own vanity
Whispering rumours, bullying me
Well I spent it
It wasn't worth it
And for those who are not so beautiful as her
Not giving excuses,
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