Lord she's handsome as she flows across the floor. Nothing I've seen in my life has ever pleased me more. She's got the look of freedom, and it makes you think she's wild.
Moving out of white city. I'm going somewhere. I won't know anybody. I don't care. . A million miles away. It's too late to find heaven anyway. . Moving out of white city.
You heard about, 'be your own man'. You talk a lot and loud. Illustrate the obvious boy. You're mentally endowed. . Watershed year comes. You're flush with fever.
Somebody pull the trigger. We are in business now. We'll make a killing man. . I don't know why we're hated. Yeah, we got problems too. It's only filthy land.
Nikki's at the campsite in the caravan. On the Riviera. Every night the bugs bite. Catch her if they can. But she don't hear of it. She say. "I'm working on my tan.
A ballad by Henry Clay Work, originally published in 1864. Researched by Betty Thomas.. . Nicodemus the slave was of African birth and was bought for a bag full of gold; He was reckoned to be of the salt of the earth, but he died years ago very old. Twas his last sad request, so we laid him to rest in the trunk of an old hollow tree; "Wake me up" was his charge "at the first break of day, wake me up for the great jubilee.".
Wherever you go.. Wherever you come from, our bodies in tow, hearts pound like a kick drum.. We carry a ghost.. We're never alone.. Skin through to our bones, roll hard like the railroad. Stand clear..
You put me up on a pedestal. I've got nowhere to go but down. You expect the impossible. And it's too much to carry around. . Well, you tell me I'm beautiful.
Gone away are the golden days. Just a page in my diary. So here I am a Utopian citizen. Still convinced. There's no such thing as idealism. . Memories they're following me like a shadow now.
Gone away are the golden days. Just a page in my diary. So here I am a Utopian citizen. Still convinced. There's no such thing as idealism. . Memories they're following me like a shadow now.
When you wish upon a star. Makes no difference. Who you are. Anything your heart desires. Will come to you. . If your hearts. Is in your dream. No request is too extreme.
I stood here on this same old ground one year ago. And now standing here at the edge of the woods, I'm all alone. Don't tell me I'm your shooting star.
Pretty girls they have it easy,. Living the strawberry kiwi life.. And me I just filled up on coffee,. Let the caffeine do the talking.. . I'll always miss you,.
It's been a minute that I've been sittin' up in this cell. Thinkin' of many ways that I can get paid escapin' jail. My life is like a football game, I'm movin' the chains.
I can't take it no more. Fuck you niggas. Fuck you bitches. Fuck this rap shit. Nigga don't ask me for shit. I'm sick of all the cameras. Fuck all you scavengers.
[W.C.:]. Twist the cap back and turn it up and. Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker. Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me. Smellin' like ooh-wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be.
Snorin like a motherfucker, stretched on the couch. Slobbin on my pillow and I'm droolin at the mouth. And now I'm havin dreams cause I'm in a deep sleep.
I'm Banged out like the tongue on my chucks. Wes,wes,wes,west, ya'll. Yeah Hit em again hey. Now Dub C Show em What tiiiime it is. . It ain't hard to figure it out.
Ha-ha, yeah. Will I make it to see tomorrow. Ain't no tellin'. This one right here, for all the riders. No matter what side you on. Peep game. . Welcome to the killing fields.
Looking at me smothering you. Destroying all. Looking at me punishing you. Destroying it. Pushing you down. Pulling you down. I crushing all. Pushing you down.