Save this life for me and don't let go. A place you kept me and now I feel all alone. Things are running differently in our own minds And everything
every year oh what I'd give to just go back in time My Christmas list grows shorter every year the only name that's left this year is mine
other story Is telling you somebody died A sister killed her baby 'Cuz she couldn't afford to feed it And we're sending people to the moon In September
[Eyedea] I got a little story to tell See it was September 1st, 1999, the day of my death My back was on the cold concrete as I take my last breath Saw
in the dark The fame of the future The story was told She's gone where the gods live Carbon to gold She's radioactive, radioactive The year 1903, in late September
Eyes fixed on skies and planes fly high above it Summer's comin', September's middle school Mom dukes mad strict, she'll never raise a fool I'm comin
let you go, I want you in my life, Never wanna lose you and that's not a lie. This is our story, our own love story, How I met you and how you got to
, who was fucking with me cause I was young, And u know what I'm saying, Flesh uh, stood his ass up, Flesh is like the person u know what I'm saying, Nigga about 15 years
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
over heels for a brown-eyed girl And gettin' caught didn't seem to matter 'Cause Heaven was waitin' at the top of Jacob's ladder It'll be five years, September
world is right one more telling of the story, one more verse of silent night, they would give anything so he could have, one last christmas. middle of september
's trying to get his ranch out in the clear Five years ago september, he bought more steers and hung up all his Ropes But he often tells the stories
telly and every other story Is tellin' you somebody died Sister killed here baby 'cause she could affort to feed it And we're sending people to the moon In September
Let's rent this shed, we'll do vocals in the bog Call toast pr tell 'em we've opened up shop Campaign meetings at Warner, no coke and not drunk 3 years
Great Big Dick Point Shady Muthafuckaz Yall Make Me Sick The Story Of Peasant To Pimp, Pimp To Peasant Shoulda Released This Record On September 11th
I'll tell you a story, I swear it's true It was a sunny afternoon September 10th, 2001 We were minding our business, having fun Hanging out on the coast
