I take a look around. think of places I have been. there really aren't too many. I would like to see again. I've been to 30. 8 of 50 states. most of them I'd shut down. 3 or 4 of them are
daughter though. Since the ten step pops did ten since her water broke. That nigga got like a dub then did a dime came home. Left my moms and did another ten As I walk through the north of death. They
If you're traveling to north country fair. Where the winds hits heavy on borderline. Remember me to the one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. . Hope you see her hairs hanging
got a friend . If the sky above you . Should turn dark and full of clouds . And that old north wind should begin to blow . Keep your head together . And call my name out loud, yeah . Soon I'll be
,. all you got to do is call. and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah. You've got a friend. If the sky above you. should turn dark and full of clouds. and that old north wind should begin to blow. Keep your
. It may not matter. But I'm sadder than you'll ever know. I am your inferno, here all in yellow. With embers blowing north No sense in returning. I'm not worried anymore. I am a building. That is
he's been enchanted by the pictures. From the satellite dish. So his mama packs his bags, knots his red neck tie. Sends him north to her relations with a kiss good-bye. He's bewildered by the plane
. I am not a muse. I am not a muse. I'm not a series of "don'ts and do's" and "who's whose" for the middle classes to. peruse. I don't hang with North London crews. No I ain't no muse. I am not a
. I am not a muse. I am not a muse. I'm not a series of "don'ts and do's" and "who's whose" for the middle classes to. peruse. I don't hang with North London crews. No I ain't no muse. I am not a
. I am not a muse. I am not a muse. I'm not a series of "don'ts and do's" and "who's whose" for the middle classes to. peruse. I don't hang with North London crews. No I ain't no muse. I am not a
night You just call out my name. And you know wherever I am. I'll come running, to see you again. Winter, spring, summer or fall. All you have to do is call. And I'll be there. You've got a friend
back and forth,. True North. . I tell you it ain't peaches and cream. Cause the road is wet and slippery. But I'd rather be slippin' and slidin'. That runnin' and hidin'. . The train is getting