Lyrics:
talking and becoming more than friends
Thomas became the dad I never had
He taught me so much stuff that my momma didn't know how
I love her to death, but
things that nobody ever knows
I'm the 13th apostle, just by the hair of my chin
Cause I doubt more than Thomas and I make my own bathtub gin
Barely made
'm touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
Gary lives with Rosie
And Be Bop got something old and something new
I got something fine for you every minute now
If you wanna sit right down
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
should be a workday for her unless today is a holiday of some sort. I suppose that's possible
Americans love a three-day weekend. Maybe it's st. Eat
choppas by the bus load (boaw)
Turn these bitches into ashes, yeah, that's gun smoke (grrt)
I'll wipe out my own kinfolk just to show 'em that I
on Rosie O'Donnell
Loyalty's just what I honor
Out for the commas
Rap niggas don't want no drama
Just know I'm Adam Yolanda
Ain't no more chillin'
I got more
nose, Slime
Live by the code, Frostbite
Nigerian mafia mob ties
No ore ko text'e, Ncono keo mize
Keo tshwarise stress odrop'e le size
I'm by myself, I
there
[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
this before
He's so good-looking, gonna have some more
Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh
Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble,
wanna feel like I'm something more
Yeah, lately I've just been runnin' in circles
Feels like every days the same like I'm on a ring around Rosie
Yeah I
rolled her eyes like Thomas and friends. An angel in disguise I was once warned by Brandy. Her controlling ways remind me of Mr. Grey from Fifty Shades,
to escape
City's just a jungle; more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away
I was raised in the country, workin' in the town
I been in
halleluja Rosie Lea.
If you feel a bit under the weather,
If you feel a little bit peeved,
Take granny's stand-by potion
For any old cough
Day by day
Day by day
Oh dear Lord
Three things I pray
To see thee more clearly
Love thee more dearly
Follow thee more nearly
Day by day
Oh
Day by day
Day by day
Oh dear Lord
Three things I pray
To see thee more clearly
Love thee more dearly
Follow thee more nearly
Day by day
Oh
'm touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
t'day
yeah...)
I know this girl who makes her dollars
one at a time
she folds them lay aways under her pantie line
she wears crushed purple velvet
is just wait and watch.
On the third day who move away the rock.
That was the question, from doubtful Thomas
Thank you Jah for my arrival.
Keep it
on a hot Friday night.
Going down to the Ruby Room.
I'm gonna meet my doom.
By the name of Rosie May.
She's the night pick of the day, yeah.
Lucky
Young Rosie lass lived by the sea
(Hey ho, the wind doth blow)
Oh she dreamed dreams of great piracy
(And we brave its stormy temper)
Providence
the Lotuses
I thought I told you that we been over it
But here we go again, ring around the Rosie,
It seems like such a loaded question to be posing it
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