there I was, I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world In front of every kind of girl
written by Tony Iommi, Bill Ward, Geezer Butler, Ozzy Osbourne (Sweet Leaf), Whitfield Crane and Eric Philips (Funky Fresh Country Club) When I first
we blowing up foe trick not down thinking of lyrics from the past I'm making bitches pay the cost since we ain't taking any kind of lost I be MC Mack
ale company from Canada Getting run into the ground by a trust fund kid that thought he could write songs Had a couple parties on his yacht and Eric kinda
m looking for the line Taking off my coat clearing my throat The rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note My mind'll range to find all kinds
wait in the gneue when the trains come back I wait of you when the shadows run from themselves! At the party she was kindness in the heartthrong. Consolation
By colton and smith There's a full time reservation Made in a bar at the railway station, And there's a story, a kind of fable, On a card at the corner
you cannot shun You've taen from me my maidenhead, and I am quite undone. You've taen from me my maidenhead, and brought my body low But, kind sir, if
me clean! What kind of girl? What kind of girl would suck his rod? What kind of girl? What kind of girl would suck his rod? (A lazy prostitute!) We
fat," recline that ass back A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back In the days, when Eric
the park away But they left a lonely flower. Oh when I got here back home tonight Something within me stirred. Oh it must have been a different kind
Jinx, what the FUCK is up?" "Aiyyo G man, I just, y'know, I wanna get some water and shit You know I'm kind of thirsty knahmsayin homey? Heh heh" "
Thought] Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness Grown man tactics, no pediatrics the kind of
and I look at my feet The reggae music make me sound so sweet 'Cause we play it, morning evening and all of the day It's the sweet kinda music makes
Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness Grown man tactics, no pediatrics The kind of track that
up her thigh Got slapped in the head with the back of a knife My wife said you better pray for your life ?cause you know I?m the jealous kind So keep
of the day precedes the light Sometimes in the morning when I look upon the hill They?re crawling through the shrubs around my house With an ominous kind
won?t wait for long She?s too full of pride to take this in stride And as soon as she goes, she?ll be gone But love isn?t leisure, it?s kind of a treasure