Lyrics:
When He is King we will give Him the Kings' gifts,
Myrrh for its sweetness, and gold for a crown,
Beautiful robes, said the young girl to Joseph,
Three o'clock in the morning and I'm still not home
Another night you're sleeping by yourself
I know you cry yourself to sleep every night because
soon
And I heard the radio sneeze into the evening
And all the bat-squeak singers selling fake hope to the sleeping
I've seen the cover up
much ahead of you.
Big things await you still,
Oh, if you only knew, but
Maybe it is better that you don't,
While you're sleeping undisturbed by
You make sure,
You come round
You'll get by,
All the more you
Don't break down
The faster
That you go
Will make things
Better and you'll know
With
full of dreams and yet they sleeping on me
I say the type of shit to make you niggas think you know me
Cause man I used to think that life was phony
In
girl it's hard to steal
In April I was sleeping with an anchor
Thursday I was fishing in the harbour
Where ladies sleep
And the sun will always
In the land with no
Drainpipes there's a girl
With a flute in her throat
She's only in bloom whispering
By the command of a ghost
She dares not
Smoke blunts for da turn up
Hit a j for the mellow
Smoke is hard to come by niggas beef on internet post
A high can come from a strand or da mic so
a lady of any kind
Stranger in my bed
Can't recall last night
Thats why I'm sleeping with Carnie Wilson's head
oh God, got to wash my nuts
cause ive done
Why, what, who, where, when
I should'a know back then, but then again
Knife in my hand and a girl, named Maria
Kneeling by my side
Staring at me with
By James A. White
My dad sat in his chair and picked another winner
As he yelled out to my Mom to go and fix him dinner
And I saw it in her eyes, like
What do you see in the portrait?
Let me paint a picture
A young man who lost his girl, so he turned to liquor
He wanted to forget so he added drugs
Three o'clock in the morning and I'm still not home
Another night you're sleeping by yourself
I know you cry yourself to sleep every night because
as shit and can't afford to board a flight
Know some niggas in Dior that's sleeping on the floor tonight
They just in it for the likes
I'm really in this
Seeing you beside our mama all peaceful, sleeping
I was guilty
Ma went under the knife
But all went away
Your chubby fingers around mine
A little creature
drunk and by my side
And I see your eyes, that you want me
Cause' you want me more than you know
And don't be telling me that everything's gon' be alright
money man
They blind by the light
Couldn't walk in my mine
Even if your size was a nines
Expensive taste
I flex for days
They where sleeping on me
I
It's 2am, another night sleeping without you
I feel like we still have a lot to share
I don't wanna make you feel awful Even now I don't wanna
home
And our giants will be sleeping on our floors
Gotta be still gotta be gentle tip toe around, around that door
I got a girl by my side
Pretty little girls flirting with the boys
Down at the snow cone stand
Beer caps, flip flops, tank tops
Popping off down below the dam
Souped
'em
From top to bottom, baby, you got it
And I want it, classy body wanna get modest and honest
You're one of the finest girls I've ever seen
You and me
a compromise, but I don't know
Coming around in the morning sun on Red House Row
I woke by the one I'd forgotten
An open door
I found her sleeping in the closet
been hangin' with this girl for the past weeks
a beautiful mind and some beautiful ass cheeks
first we got along fantastic
we're told our thing
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