coat We're headed down into fall I used to play the mouth harp pretty good Hustled up a little dough But I got drunk and I woke up rolled A couple of months ago
of coat We're headed down into fall I used to play the mouth harp pretty good Hustled up a little dough But I got drunk and I woke up rolled A couple of months ago
and made well south The deserts here were full of the sounds Of nothing short of the planet's final breath (breathe) "10,000 years ago, 5 huge pyramids
out in a body bag Fear will erupt through the heart of another The Farmers crew will never fall, that's word to the mother Yo, yo, it's kinda funky out
we've been apart, baby God has healed my heart Used to go out looking for love Now love is looking for me And sweet music keeps me happy Not so long ago
bottom O well all that exposure and the phone starts to ring again I experienced the strange urge to sing again Well not long ago I was a boy with a
election I mean it don't take a weatherman to look around and see the weather Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks and boy did he ever and we
We're headed down in the fall I used to play the mouth harp pretty good Hustled up a little dough But I got drunk and I woke up rolled A couple of months ago
of us all, Lester, try not to fall with the weight of the world at your door And for the sake of us all, Lester, try not to fall with the fate of the
his page had been caught in the back By an arrow as he ran. Chorus: (x 2) Four and thirty days ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, A chambermaid cried out
[Rasheed] Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did And god, thanks for all the times you let me live I should of been dead a long time ago Should of been me
[Music & Lyrics: Aydan] I was told by my Grandma' Many years ago, I was just a child "Boy, go and grow as an honest man Look on what you've done with
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, you heard me Ain't nobody wanna holla, I done shook back like a Four and a half heart now everybody wanna holla
any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to. The imperialists rub their hands in glee As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans. Is it
me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall They say what goes up must come down But don't let me fall, don't let me fall Fall, fall, fall
it was Pam's son I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder And went on a manhunt just to kill they father Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend That put
the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out
understand I'm back by popular demand You are now listenin' to the all time phenomenal Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo' Now I'm layin' out