keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here comes the sun March
water the ferns I plant some seeds I make sure to pull out all the weeds And to help myself along I like to whistle this funny little song I sang in my army
like with a bad bitch trying to get a ring in the prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not know my name but she know my song
only winter's naked branch I remember you and me, In the Orchard As the days of youth, slip farther from my grasp Still it haunts me, like a song i
just could've stayed the same You know that time can break your heart just to see the way things change Waves of emotion brought on by a song But now
if you want forever close your eyes and surrender to me just remember today was the last that you'll ever see the sun in santa carla hear the song
we took were different in this life We once drank from the wine of youth Then it was gone And when a woman takes your heart The only thing left is a song
shows All pain and sorrow left behind And through the darkness my love shines A thousand miles we are apart So tightly wrapped in thorns my heart My song
army but this army not destruct no instead we're doing simple things good loving find it run amuck This be a declaration written about my friends it's engraved into this song
stress of night pains [SWV] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep
no one was there Out in the cold Harlem rain I went looking for this minstrel man Played me a song to ease the pain With a Salvation Army band When
greater this song goes out to my haters what's up hater do you remember me? sod money game guess i'm master ? shall i ?i can wait for my fans to .. army
dope C'mon man, please man, you got it man, c'mon man [Prodigy:] Now the latest gun drive, jelly beans GMT peyote, I know you feel me P's song is a
the children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place
always around Know that its always around and I know that its always around. The children will sing a song in the streets and sounds like the 23rd song
'm gon' keep doing my thing One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers
