Alcohol, cigarettes and luxury goods, Christmas lights look desperate in this room. Winter's light left me in the dark last night And Jingle Bells are smothered in this gloom. Winter
cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry Any good thing to make us all merry A soul cake, a soul cake
a soul cake, please good missus a soul cake. One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. A soul, a soul cake, please good missus a soul cake
with me. I want to see your face, In every kind of light, In fields of gold and Forests of the night; And when you stand before The candles on a cake
rinds to cover your flake, Cake and tea for supper Cod fish in the spring of the year, Fried in maggoty butter [Chorus] I don't want your maggoty fish They're no good for winter
: I think I'd rather wait for the winter to come I never make a move when I'm out in the sun I'll be ready to forgive your foolish mistake When the water
: (feat. Chris Martin) [Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper
it I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop
tomers Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state Stash dough
i knew that wasnt a broke man Flickin starter coats man, Man you ount no man We don't care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter Cuz
unwind? You?re on top of the world - And I?m just waiting, making up your excuse You say that love?s tough, are you sure? - Ain?t it just a piece of cake
me you'll have no escape and at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle i trample down all life in my wake i eat it up and take the cake i just avert
I want to see your face in every kind of light In the fields of dawn and the forests of the night And when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh,
I drew it, sicker than the flu I'm on my stew shit, just let it simmer and brew With no remembering you We fall out in the winter September, October,
get off the kitchen table Don't slice no onions, don't peel no grape dream about banana slice nor sniff around short cake and if on a winter's day you