my mind Lately Put on a suit, work downtown Then come up when the sun goes down No, I haven't had the time Lately Lately I've been stayin' at home (Stayin' at home, stayin' at home
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons These
Desperado why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons These
Frey Desperado why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons
thing ever Is something you'll regret forever Another day goes by And nothing changed, he's still the same I can hear her cryin' Thinkin she's the one
will you cry for me? Stay by my side? I'm a stay on my grind Tell me will you ride for me? [Verse] First verse one, chapter one of my life What I'm doin
time where she's gone Wonder if she's gone to stay Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't no home Anytime she goes away I know,
me, but her chat was proper empty i realised the girl i'm *scoring* is fit but fucking boring and i'm nearly snoring because she goes on and on
offend me, but her chat was proper empty i realised the girl i'm stalking is fit but fucking boring and i'm nearly snoring because she goes on and on
Don't cut the line Don't cut the line Don't cut the line I say, don't cut the line, yeah. One more day goes by One more empty day alone If I only knew
' Every day they hustlin' John calls her with the number Home with her local lover Who was it that picked up the phone? Oh, that was just my brother She goes
Yeah Had to do this one One time. Hello death it seems that we meet again You keep taking friends that I'll never see again I guess they gotta leave,
wants to be alone I don't wanna be that call at 4 o'clock in the morning 'Cos I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home Aahh the
cells we summon by candle by book and by bell glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals the sermon goes
it feel like, Short days, long nights, By the phone, no call, Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind, got me goin' down that road, Heart made of stone, Far away from home
new home for the phrase, Funkin' Lesson the pathways, "Ready or not here we come, get in down on the one which we believe in. One nation under a groove