'Leases, he had dreams of Caprices Drove by the teachers, even more by polices How he get the cash the day his father passed away Left him with a lil
You better be where that Laker don't Yea, just give him the ball and he take it off Or he properly dishing it to Gasol Or give it to D-Fish on the wing
fans 'Cuz a eager beaver Could be the collapse of a dam Always knew that I could figure How to get these label heads to offer him good figures And
and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right wing
their mothers stomach were torn. Lir's sadness knew no bounds - he cried out to the night, Dearg was there to comfort him and help him see the light. He had 4
1, 2, 3 o' clock, 4 o' clock, rock 5, 6, 7 o' clock, 8 o' clock, rock 9, 10, 11 o' clock, 12 o' clock, rock Gonna rock, rock, rock around the clock Three
Her little man is 4 years old Looks like his father so he's been told But he wouldn't know it, he ain't never seen him around Life has been cold, it treats
are carried up on angels' wings words speak volumes when they are unspoken my head is mute but my heart still sings you bought me you brought me out [x4
the place paradise lost through the driving rain He sheltered she but they did not know that she gave him life and so now he must go [Part 4: Solace] [
redeem a mighty world [repeat above 4 lines] Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me Meet me in the middle of the air 'Cause now if these wings should fail
ahead By now she's probably given him up for dead Night after night, he's all alone Each step he takes, he's farther from home There's no one to help him
Lungs are screaming for air Enshrouded shapes are forming I see his vacant stare I heard him calling on the radio First one this year We couldn't reach him
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it Spread my wings, If only I could fly Why fight
been to Heaven Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it Spread my wings, If only I could
opened up and ran right in now the big bad wolf will never (Matt. 11:28) steal out of the hand of God Almighty the life that I gave to Him (John 10:28
he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup And he the wine which overflows To lift us with him as he goes. Till lost on
Wheel [Chorus] 4x My momma told me there'd be days like this Days like this, days like this, days like this (yes she did) [Robotic voice] 4x One, two