first thing n da moanin' Headed 2 his front doe b4 da nigga start yawnin' Im talkin Trap files trap files im talkin trap files trap files im talkin trap files
Now that I've used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a usable memory but none comes to me In grade one, my teacher could
wall It's gotta be like that if you want satisfaction And if they ask you what, tell 'em file under action Gotta file under action, gotta file under action, gotta file
One night after a concert I walked through the streets of the town And came upon a little church The service was over but the testimonials had just begun
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland Then maybe at the closing of your day You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh Or watch the sun go
In the long, hot, thirsty summer of about 32 A.D. Along a dusty highway, there came a man of Galilee And as he went through Samaria, he stopped at Jacob
I left a little town, a little south of Hudson Bay I couldn't find a thing, to make a rounder want to stay I fought the wind across the barren waste in
Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine. Or leave a kiss within the cup And I'll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul
I'll take you home again, Kathleen Across the ocean, wild and wide To where your heart has ever been Since first you were my blushin' bride The roses
I wanted so to tell that old man, Oh so many things Like the corn was 10 feet tall, that he had planted in the sping and the books he'd ordered came in
There's a land that is fairer than day And by faith we can see it afar For the Father waits over the way To prepare us a dwelling place there In the
Tempted and tried we're often made to wonder Why it should be thus all the day long While there are others living about us Never molested, though in the
(Jim uh huh, Jim uh huh, Jim) Jim, I did everything that I could But your fever just wouldn't die down So I tied your horse to the wagon bed And last
Life is like a mountain railway With an engineer that's brave We must make the run successful From the cradle to the grave Heed the curves and watch
It's true that I used to be crazy And harder to love than most men And the blood that ran in these tired hands Was harder and wilder back then And I
I was on my way to you and I was worried I was all torn up and nervous 'cause I knew that you'd be gone I knocked and crossed my fingers while I waited
Oh, the lights of magdala flicker dimly on the shore Holy sailor sailing on the sea Patiently waiting she was quietly to the door Another lonely night
The teacher of truth told tales Of trouble times that would begin And the cynical sower sowed The sorrowful seeds of seven sins The people placed a price
