you like a bitch And you take it like a whore What a cheap perfume I hate this room So testify gut I still tried And you need that stamp Little handshake tramp
I was chillin n da hood should I say da Trap Niggas lookin 4 da work n know exactly where im at Posted up im chillin stackin 2 da ceillin Tryna figure
started out with blood money 50k in drugs on me ...........put thugs on me just pulled up in the club homey we just put my thugs on it home boy gettin
oh ohhhh oh ohhhh.. you said I'm not giving enough but baby girl I'm trying so hard to..keep up, when you fear that Imma always leave you lonely but
Faces filled with joy and cheer What a magical time of year Howdy Ho! It's Weasel Stomping Day Put your Viking helmet on Spread that mayonaisse on the
Tramp You could call me that I don't wear continental clothes Stetson hats, sometimes Momma would Papa too I love this child It's all I know how to do
He's a tramp but they love him Breaks a new heart every day He's a tramp, they adore him And I only hope he'll stay that way He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel
He looks as if he hasn't slept His hair is purposely unkept And then he know his people wept When you crafted your plan Shadows underneath the eyes And
Come my one, look at the world Bird, beast, butterfly Girls sing notes of Heaven Birds lift them up to the sky Spring is departing Spring is departing
Here we go around again Curve of life spiraling Everything we've ever known As the seed of life gets blown And the miracle of time When will that time
I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing a sacred garden And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the nature cried
Mother Rose every little morn' tend to me There she stood, waiting by the door selflessly Took my hand took it with a smile tenderly Mother rose every
envisioned Boots that trudged from track to track worn down to the sole One road is paved in gold, one road is just a road Boots that tramped from track
Yesterday I saw you standing there With your hand against the pane Looking out the window at the rain And I wanted to tell you that your tears were not
Suffer not your neighbor's affliction Suffer not your neighbor's paralysis But extend your hand, extend your hand Lest you vanish in the city and be but
Oh glad day to celebrate 'neath the cloudless sky Air so sweet water pure fields ripe with rye Come one, come all gather round discard your Sunday shoes
I took a walk out to the sun But I just, just couldn't take it I followed a dream, it was circular But I just, just could not fake it Step to the left
I'm trampin', trampin' Try'n-a make heaven my home I'm trampin trampin Try'n-a make heaven my home... I've never been to heaven But I've been told Try
