I Can't be young forever So be it A gate opening to a totally different life from now on Tomorrow I will cherish my own child, my very first son So be it
forever I can't be young forever So be it A gate opening to a totally different life from now on Tomorrow I will cherish my own child My very first son So be it
willa Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs For the junkies got no love It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug Drug though the mud, once it's dead it
gift Another day with you A twist or a waltz It's all the same schmaltz With just a change in the scenery You'll never be old hat That's that! You
we meet, On any old street, And you're in your girlish prime. The short and the tall, Are coming to the ball, I go there all the time. Behind every tree
dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore I know what it is that has drawn me to your door But whatever it could be, makes you think you've
Congregation gone and the sun sets behind a weepin' willow tree Groom stands alone and watches the river rush on so effortlessly Lord and he's wonderin' where can his baby be
: Hot air hangs like a dead man From a white oak tree People sitting on porches Thinking how things used to be Dark night Dark night The neighborhood
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may") ("She was killed") [IV. The Darkest Of Winters] [Instrumental] [V. Another World] So far or so it seems All is
up the story It's up to the man to rise and try to find the glory, glory [Verse 2: Elzhi] Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha I made it bitch, get the cock and balls
sing above my face. A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead. Gather round ye animals. Gather round this lake. Take upon your vigil. Wallow in the wake. It
three Thank god it's lunch in a minute Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it And it cut my tongue off But I know how to multiply so what's
must be. So many light years from home. Hey Soulful people I?m calling. Don?t be no more slaves. Because God will protect us when it comes to doomsday. Realize before it
? Yeah, It just feels good to be next to you here on the holidays Hearing you say merry Christmas It just warms my heart, man It's like soul food, like
murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. Where man is not, nature is barren. Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be
fell off There's still some oil by the old elm tree And a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn't left, I would've struck you dead So I took a ride instead
