Somebody screaming that the end is nigh Never seen nobody with hopes so high Uneasy feeling creeping up on me Justify a weary trinity And I can hardly
conch shell, come on in Make yourself at home There's a good chance I'll be gone reelin' one in Girl, the key's in the conch shell, come on in
Why are you so far from me? In my arms is where you ought to be How long will you make me wait? I don't know how much more I can take I've missed you
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come play But a one ting mi haffa say Mi nuh punk, woman Tink mi mash up and swear seh mi drunk Mi under mi crackers, oysters an mi conch, gal Put mi
Grave concern is rolling over the hill See them grinding through the mill Houses falling and they're falling still Lightning striking, take cover All
six more times sight in your eye you think you're innocent, innocent pull back and assess the skinned sky to see your innocence, innocence use just once
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Thank you for the sleepless nights; I wish I could repay you for them. Thank you for the best years of my life. For this I thank you with these tears.
Deck the halls with bought of holly Fa la la la la la, la la la la 'Tis the season to be jolly Fa la la la la la, la la la la Don we now our gay apparel
silence there is immunity Annulling death he brought immortality Instead of sorrow If the soul does yearn Remain being filled with comfort Having no grave concern
Some still show strength, while others Just show anger Holding back our only chance for the sake of never learning Just who and what is on our side? One
Oh, I didn't mean to yell but sometimes I get beside myself And oh, I didn't mean to rush you But time keeps pushing so much Oh, time keeps pushing so
I apologize, I think I have confused you With my fure of fake tears, and my self-thrown pity parties That hard road, does that story sound familiar ?
Shit, if the shoe fit, Wear it, fuck it, bitch To whom this may concern All you rappers with all that fetti to burn The industry is finicky, so let me