I will wait for You patiently Praying from my deepest point of need Give You everything in return just for You Satisfy my soul, nothing else will do
haven’t seen the river yet the game is not over I used to wait for time to pass by Now I can run fast enough for it not to catch me by So I’m gonna tell
Christ is returning, someday soon to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life As long as we're cooperating with God by accepting
one time too many The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper, her brother showers twice a week He kicks my ass so much that filthy white inbred I've made mistakes by
both of my sides, So I wipe the blood from both of their eyes. From all four of their eyes. And while I wait for wounds to heal I see you by the window
slow Wait across the street in the parking lot The tree is dead, the front door is locked The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled Grabbed us by
that I would be an MC.When I would skate the streets I had a fake ID and carved my name in a tree back when it was J.T. And now Undead will get props
timekeepers. Second hand every angle. What's keeping you waiting? Usually out before I open my eyes. Why did you pick today? To epilate between your thighs... Are you waiting
stocking's full but I'm not satisfied, No, No, No, Noooo, But I'll just wait until she's by my side, YEAHHH [CHORUS] You can take these presents, underneath my tree
you love songs You We built our getaway up in a tree we found We felt so far away but we were still in town Now I remember watching that old tree burn
Written by Madonna, Joe Henry and Stuart Price There's only so much you can learn in one place The more that I wait, the more time that I waste I haven
JUST WANNA TELL YOU A LITTLE STORY THIS LITTLE STORY THAT MY DADDY USED TO TELL ME HE WAS A KING AS WELL I WAS BORN, PROBABLY ABOUT 68 YEARS AGO OVER BY THAT TREE
you feel the breeze [Buckshot Shorty] Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill breed Thoroughbred born from a strong seed Led by a bunch of individuals
By the bed a big black hole In they jump all the sheep Much too old but I count them still But I cannot fall asleep Past my navel in the bush Waiting
the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around On the very last day A unicorn headed the mystical way Surrounded by
the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all round Ort the very last day A Unicorn headed the Mystical way Surrounded by
re waiting for the atomic bomb Black palm trees sway, they whisper to the purple sky Close your eyes and feel the ghosts of Hollywood gone by Still
