here any more The price is too high to pay With a little less take and a little more give I might find a reason for staying Chorus Down by the waters edge
the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul River going to tame me, sing sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone
gay hoes Weed so strong, it's like I twist tornadoes Spit like 9?s, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's Niggas want problems, well, I am problematic It's back to pickin
call, they moving up on us But them G's on the corners, move when I move That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment Think it's sweet, and
the water now And you're lying on this beach, sleeping And a tiger's watching you from the edge of the jungle And the sun through the leaves and his stripes and it's
by the shore in the evening when next I saw my dear Running barefoot by the waterside, she called as I drew near The sunlight glanced at the water's edge
sing sweet songs To rock my soul River gonna take me, sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone lullaby
's a long way down I'm on a planet without a plan It's, oh, so lonely I need to see you to get out of here There's something deadly in this atmosphere
, how you're looking so fine And my lips can't say it In my mind these lips are all over you Sugar's sweet and I'm feeling the heat Like melting chocolate There's
at dusk Brightens with our decay Forward, just one step Millions of miles away Floating back in time Titans without delay Wellspring of youth Drinking your sweet water
summer smile Sleeping for a while No one knows tomorrow A lost embrace, a sinner's pride A loser's chase, a bitter bride A frozen blade, a water's edge
Way back when she did a hundred and ten In her dad's old Chevrolet And she once climbed, way up high To paint her name on a water tank She's got that
, and see someone I used to know sleeping; in her room in her bed in her body I was in Paradise." I am awake in the sound of roses and a young girl's
An angel on a Harley Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone Puts his bike up on it's stand Leans back and then extends A scarred and greasy hand
must show And when you feel the flood upon the waters edge And take the leap from bitter sweet Do you believe, do you believe Do you still believe If you come to me, that's
perverse and sweet pyrotechnics, and let's have another of inverse, converse, diverse, perverse and reverse, hell's graveyard is damned as they
