called friends And why should I make amends when they crossed the nina and sin Again and again and again I love 'em dearly but hear me, they burn severely
away your burning light Gloria, where are you Gloria? Don't lose your faith to your lost naivete Weather the storm and don't look back on last November
porch, to the backlands It's never left closed A new air pushed a full wind That brought worlds on through That only he could know As the last of November
it feel when there's time to remember? Branches bare, like the trees in November How's it feel when there's time to remember? Branches bare, like the trees in November
got my back against the wall. i've got my feet planted firmly in this... i break the surface to breath again for the first time. chill november air burns
treat me so unkind Baby, can I change your mind? Now I still remember cold November nights Willing to surrender, knowing it was right Love me while the fire was burning
we met at the playground. we sat on the side of the tractor tire. and talked of our plans for the next five days. over some cherokee red. sometime back in late november
In November you make my shit list if you did you can cancel Christmas I'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
oh baby, please don't go, please baby please don't go my Murder Mass chick tell me 'Term don't go' I say, 'here's a little cash, go burn that dough'
From old metal chairs To the walls for a crude set of stairs To lead us down And you tied a rope To the steep burning slope A Jerry rigged harness So
You wear it well and when I see that silhouette It makes me wanna give you something that you'll never forget I'm on fire, yeah how we desire, I'm burning
it well, and when I see that silhouette it makes me want to give you something that you'll never forget. I'm on fire, and how we desire I'm burning baby
, 'lil one [unverified] even no pops So 'lil one don't give em no props 'lil one make em timber 'Lil one got a bad temper, 'lil one killed that boy in November
I'm zone and see things so vivid Hide my soul? Nah homie, not even I'ma zone out till I lose feeling Remember, I'ma be gone way past November Even stay
And therefore, as a free man I take pride in the words, 'Ich bin ein Berliner' Turned on the news in November '89 I could not move, I could not speak Something was burning
beat that beast In a fair fight I've sat and watched the woodpiles Grow through the summer Now I'm sittin', smellin' summer burn through the fall Winter
by your best friend and not receiving Any medical attention because of lack of insurance? If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends This November