Letras:
Bread Everything I Own

I ever knew Were all the years I had with you And I would give anything I own And give up my life, my heart, my home I would give everything I own Just

Everything About You I Mean... Damn! You Make Me Feel Good..! [Chorus:] When I'm Gone Girl I Miss You, When I'm At Home I Get With Ya I Be Right Back

like [Chorus:] Ok ok I'm grown, I'm grown Party at my house but I'm home alone Doing every single thing my momma wouldn't condone Counting everything I own

change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone he's talkin reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone I

music, black music Our father, give us this day our daily bread ...give us these days and take our daily bread, See I done did all this ole bullshit And to attone I

: Adam lives in theory Trying to turn stone into bread Masquerading like he got it figured out Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head

from here on out I take the stage, I walk the planks I sing these songs with little thanks I wait for shouts from crazy cranks I stand amidst the brown

through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'

girls give me jewelry That I never thought I'd own Some girls give me diamonds Some girls, heart attacks Some girls I give all my bread to I don't ever