I suffer from this strange disease for there is no cure only treatment which I can not afford the cause of this disease remains unknown but it's effect
There is a place where she would always be Where the blossom snows between the cankered trees Holding his sour breath He knows she's there Watching the
a new home in the darkest depths of hell. I call your bluff, so you'll bounce like breasts. I got a back like a tree and arms are like a fucken chests
It was your hair that did it It was your hair that lit the fuse A golden brown halo Like sunlight peering through trees I ask you for the time, but I
to bap the John type, my niggas murder you quick Yo, take it easy while back at the ranch you talk to much you get beat with a tree branch The most
my eyes and analyze what you deal wit If I can’t find you, I take it out on who you be wit Type of bitch nigga I would never smoke a tree wit (busta
[The Diva] [An opera clip from Maria Callas] La nuit quand je m'eveille dans mon desert de gloire Je songe tres souvent a la diva en moi Celle qu'on
slate I'm done with you. Run for shelter. Dig for wealth but All the treasures live within you. Bless your maker. Take the stems. Surrender your arms to a tree
is the sun world Can you become girl here in the fun world? Mix it up with the alpha hits Now this low key I'm smokin' trees They give us ?? second trips
Every year at Christmas All I can see Are pictures of the things I want Around the tree But this year's a little different I'm not thinking of myself
that I can feel it There's someone to tell you Amid the challenge we look around in unison with you Getting over overhanging trees, let them rape the
believe that I can feel it There's someone to tell you, Amid the challenge we look around in unison with you Getting over overhanging trees Let
I can walk much faster than this Can't run but I can't run but I can walk much faster than this Can't run but A cooling system Burns out in the Ukraine Trees
then comes the menopause Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord We're going to always be a heap of fun Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering Everybody's suffering
paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. shadows on the hills sketch the trees and
knew my papi" Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing, "Don't worry, be happy" Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree
Suffer not your neighbor's affliction Suffer not your neighbor's paralysis But extend your hand, extend your hand Lest you vanish in the city and be but
, paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and daffodils