these broken arms and blackened harts? I'll hid my minority lips Awkward conversation How much is comfort worth to us? And marigold doesn't grow (past six tenth desired size) As
Lies Can't Cover Your Eyes The Spirit Of The Lord Is Hovering Over The Earth Like A Cloud With Deadly Diseases Consuming Us From Inside As We're Thanking
I don?t have a reason to go to California anymore And when she closed her hart She closed the California door I might as well fall in the ocean Like
Phone's off the hook No one knows where we are It's a long time since I Drank champagne The ocean is blue As blue as your eyes I'm gonna take it with
Rollin, I'm Rollin, [Chorus:] Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill Shawty Make Me Feel Like
Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like
(L. Hart & R. Rodgers) Sometimes you think you've lived before All that you live to day Things you do come back to you As if they knew the way Oh the
(Townes Van Zandt) Well the wicked king of clubs awoke And it was to his queen turned His lips were laughing as they spoke His eyes like bullets burned
(feat. Gunslinger) Well the man like general slinger Sa live the life you love and love the life you live Cause what is in my hart is design to give
is well. And Mrs. Hart still plays her part, Though her age I dare not tell. But if you want to make the evening seem like the dear old times, Clink your
Things you do come back to you As though they knew the way Oh the tricks your mind can play It seems we stood and talked like this, before We looked
see the leaves turn red The tune's up and the windows down Hallelujah what a beautiful morning Were the first words that she said Her eyes were blue as
the rack like a Lex Luger maneuver You're [?] like Bret Hart and caught the sharpshooter I'm live like Monday Night in the main event fight Like I work
from, the dum-dum Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the lump sum Hit the stage as soon as the blunt's done YOU DON
hood solo Doin dirt solo I'll tee like Mobo Got the piece like popo, spreadin peace like grown folks My mom should be proud of me I don't know but I'm feelin like
airport Fresh out the tan with the clippers Like sean lippet thinking hmm I'm trying to get it like sean get it If lord giveth a mill and a milf like
All my dark dreams drift Like smoke in the breeze The fear grips me as I fall towards my sleep Here comes the nightmare that never ends Here is the dream
Knowin' the things of pride to expire Higher than this and low as a bottom You're prayin' for life itself, but you got a Weak start, weak hart, a raw