Getting the brush Getting the brush Life seems so futile Getting the brush Getting the brush I call my baby But she never picks up the phone You know
yea ya know na na na yea ya know (Chorus) gwan sugar pie sweetie come brush me me love ya style way ya bring it come touch me give you anything i'll
Maria: You use a brush to brush your hair Singers: Brush brush boogie Luis: You use a brush to paint a chair Singers: Brush brush boogie Maria: Hair
We broom, we brush Yeah, yeah We don't make a fuss Yeah, yeah Dropping litter is a sin Yeah, yeah So put it in the bin Yeah, yeah We broom, we brush
Deadly medley part two That's my word It ain't safe no more, bitch Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be
I walked on dusty roads On burning lands The wind picked up my sigh The dust swallowed up my steps Dark changed the light The sky wasn't blue longer
In the most desolate corner Bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral Hey, get in line for tragic
I held on for so long Dusty quaint old song Things attach with glue Live and die and gone June flowers are so bold On the devil's paintbrush road The
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Was he badly mistaken or guided As he wondered his valley built in silence He'd cover his face to speak as he chewed off his finger, to the bone The haze
On God's green earth, the golden sun shines down On God's green earth, the fields are red and brown When the silver rain of springtime brings the miracle
I can tell, it won't be very long to follow Him We'll have to be so strong Evil forces at us, they will be aimed, I don't worry And I won't be ashamed
Out here in the desert, it's an unforgiving land The sun don't show no mercy on a hot and thirsty man My soul cried out for water but every teardrop fell
i've made myself cry, do you know how? i'm coming on clear, i didn't see the end do you know how to hold me when i'm down? do you taste me when i'm not
I remember them so clearly Mom and dad loved them so dearly Old brush arbors by the side of the road Where I learned about salvation From the book of
High 21st of July You know the thought is all wrong But the feeling is right Say On the 19th of May Turn it on close the door And then set to ignore
Brush those tears from your eyes And try to realize That the ache in my heart is for you Brush those tears from your eyes And try to realize That from
wrapped around wrapped around yourself you've led your party to victory now you don't want it gagged and bound the voice there was before travelling salesman
