've hungered for When I speak, it's with my soul I can play any role No words can tell the stories my eyes tell Watch me when I frown, you can't write
with my soul I can play any role No words can tell The stories my eyes tell Watch me when I frown You can't write that down You know I'm right
everything 24 minus 18, find a problem for everything Don't try to tell me what I mean Don't try to build yourself from the outside Don't try to make
t be pretty And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me He touches me places I don't like it And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss I mean
and white folk alike for jokes with mics And make a Kodak moment out of the most boring open mic I'll make a sad fan appreciate rap again Fuck around
you've hungered for When I speak it's with my soul I can play any role No words can tell The stories my eyes tell Watch me when I frown You can't write
What's playing at the Roxy? I'll tell you what's playing at the Roxy. A picture about a Minnesota man falls in love with a Mississippi girl That he
you've hungered for When I speak it's with my soul I can play any role No words can tell the stories my eyes tell Watch me when I frown, you can't write
the loot at. I don't break the law the law breaks me. I ain't sittin around waitin for the devil to come and take me. Don't shoot until u see the whites
to grow Must my baby know the blues So if you're still listenin' I hope you'll remember The kid with the big white guitar And all the sad stories to
't stand For someone you never liked And isn't it cute La la la... Listen to this tune I'm playing now, kids Does it seem sad Does it remind you of
joined my class she really sick she made her pinafore look like a dress from Rodeo, and clean white shoes lookin' Ferra than Gamo's, and white blouse seemed whiter
J. Baez) As I walked out on the streets of Laredo. As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen, Wrapped in white
hotel room trying to write this song. I met a little white man, he said he played guitar. His wife's in jail and that broke my heart (the stories you
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo. As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen, Wrapped in white linen as cold
Ho ho ho! Play it Grandpa. (Yeah, play it!) Let's tell them a little story about what happened this Christmas. (Yeah, tell them!) Christmas Eve
I decided that I'd never play the fire hydren Or grab the mic sounding lazy, worn down and tired Cats don't really fall off they just get uninspired But