Lyrics:
We will run and not grow weary
We will walk and never tire
As with wings of an eagle
We will be raised up by our God
You are life, O Lord,
Harry -- are you really so naive
You can honestly believe
That the country's getting better
When all you do is let her alone
Harry -- Can you
and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
letter interspersed throughout the year
With tears they soon run dry, with years you realized
That the events within our lives that we despise
Can be
Male Chorus
Harry Beaton! Harry Beaton!
Run an' get 'im! Get 'im!
Run an' get 'im! Get 'im!
Run, ye men, or ye will never see another morning'.
Go
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
're the compass that helps me navigate
So, I'll wait, and I'll place my trust in You, in You
You help me stand with stability
Walk and not get weary
Run with
But you are qualified by weakness to bring it all to Jesus
Dark nights turn to light and anxiety releases
His peace is for broken pieces
His thesis for
am weary you give strength
When it's rainy you give me shelter
So babe please don't go far away
Coz I want you by my side
If you go I'll run outta
Felton,
This is Harry's life and these times are so dark, and its getting even darker,
trying to defeat voldemort,
plus, being haunted by that night with
the things you hide
Oh, yeah
Need leads the lines of
Love in circles and angles
Need runs deep like a
Tunnel with a pendulum beat
That touches
females get jealous
Okay smartie, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you
changing mine
And she's a libertine, and tape every Fri'
So the answer's no when you're a party hoe
Can't love a thot that probably fucked Tom
Dick and Harry
the race, run the race, yeah
Lift the name above every other name, Jesus
Time to hit the front line, what you doing still in the huddle
Harvest is ripe, time
fearful, and long to run away
From the cold clasp of Illinois?
Oh, no
Hand it over (hand it over)
Hand it over (oh)
You're weary, lay him down
You
start to bend
And she said, "How are you Harry?
Haven't we played this scene before?"
I said, "It's so good to see you, Sue
Had to play it out just
for me
Through hard times you were by my side and all i hears get out my mind
Get out my mind
Im losing my mind no I don't miss you
Trying to run away
start to bend
And she said, "How are you Harry?
Haven't we played this scene before?"
I said, "It's so good to see you, Sue
Had to play it out just
my time
I’m still wasting all my time
It’s safer just to run and hide
To run and hide
To run and hide
You turn my pleasure into pain
Cuz we were
of weary today
Your steps are so heavy again
But if you look in a different way you're alive
It's a new starting gate
You know
Run, baby, run your
living life so comfortable
I ain't gotta talk about numbers just know I mean it
I parked the Grand Nash by the Benz for no reason
Ay ay bitch you already
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin',
it's time to stop the chase
Around the ring
Just stop running running
Round the ring
Don't you know that fate has been decided by the gods
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