Rose, this is Mr. Goldstone.. Momma Rose. Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone.. Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair.. Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone..
What a Wonderful thing You are doing. and it Marvelous in our eyes. By Your power and love You are moving. And it's marvelous in our eyes. . Hallelujah Hallelujah.
She always points the finger at everything. But she's the one to blame. Gave everything to see her. Feels like I'm walking in place. I just want to erase my mind.
(keep ma mind on ma moneyy...). . Smittty. . Thanks for putin a nigga down for grand hustle man. show the nigga how to get dis money for real. (the first one done with it).
I never said we'd be together no no. But you had it made up in your mind it was me. You said that you wouldn't make this hard. When you know you had them feelings from the start.
I used to go down to the Mill Creek. When I was only nine or ten. I'd run trot lines in the muddy water. I'd watch the leaves riding the wind. . It was there I smoked my first Marlboro.
Trouble comes to our house. Every other week. First you and then me. With a tear on our cheek. Over and over the same mistakes. How many last straws till it breaks.
Wake up, wake up, little Mary. . Yes, there'll be a fine white cake, flowers for your hair. And you will see Aunt Julie Ann, no I won't be there. Throw the rice, dance and sing, have a real good time.
I've got a hearing problem. The buzzing never goes away. I think it's here to stay. . My eyesight's slowly leaving. From taking punches to the face. And my hair's turning grey.
All you pretty ladies pass me by and turn your heads. But when I get onstage you can't take your eyes off me. I say too little too late I'm walking on.
All the girls think I'm too shy. But they don't really know what's going on inside. You get me crazy, You drive me wild. I swear I go blind everytime I'm by your side.
You got a makeshift 666 on the back of your skull. The birds and the bees don't come around no more. It's just too bad your honey pod dried up. Now frustration ends in fistacuffs.
Modern Hanging Gardens grown from Babylon seeds.. While rust pram baby batter sculptures covered in weeds.. The grass on the verge has gone old pubic grey.
From pools of xylophone clear. From caves of memory. I saw the children at heart. That we once used to be. Borne on foaming seahorse herd. Compose with trumpeting shell.
Me and the wind are celebrating your loss. Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress. Me and the wind are celebrating your loss. Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be.
Moko bɛ ni tamɔ bo by Jude Lomotey. . Verse1. Shikpɔŋ lɛ fee mli dzie oyi. The entire earth praises You. Adebɔɔ fɛɛ mli kanfo bo. All creation extols You.
In my mind, I've acquired a tangle. I can't undo. I've been thinking about nothing else.... Lately. . Does it feel as if somebody's keeping an eye on you?.
Well it never was all that clear. Why you left me standing in the mirror. The horizon drank me down. No, I never did completely know. Why you sunk down on that gas pedal.
Violet was tickling my fancy. Gives out just the right amount of soul. I wonder if it makes me sound too old. . Decided that a stellar or a candy. Seems as if I'm spinning down a pole.
Mister Chicken by Deluxe. Good morning lady's today. We will be having a delightful piece of deep fried chicken, chicken, chicken. Deep fried chicken, chicken, chicken.