Texty:
Odds My Happy Place

I protest My client wasn?t ready yet (That?s me) No tendering trees And no marmalade skies It?s right between my eyes And right behind my face And it?s my happy place

honor Put the bomb marijuana Like my mother and father For the city We say peace to the drama Peace out to bad charma Cause' peace is what I want For my

fall to pieces I can still find the courage with promise I've found in my faith Likely or not, it's a dream that we keep And at odds with our senses

Drake: As a drake my mistake was letting her go searching for my son and at one its not right I?ve spent weeks filling beaks hearing daddy! Daddy! Daddy

more stolen kisses, No more stolen sighs. Stolen nights, Stolen days. Stolen bites, Swollen eyes. In Gaul, We'd be so happy. Oh Sanjar my hawk, Bar-Bara my

a tear But then she looked into my eyes, I knew she felt my pain And only then I realized we were standin' in the rain So save our places at the pub

tryna live straight and get my act together But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my

honor Put the bomb marijuana Like my mother and father For the city We say peace to the drama Peace out to bad charma Cause' peace is what I want For my

will be grizzly... bear witness Primitive medieval barely literate savage defeat chinos an oxymoron like happy marriage I allow there to be churches all around My neighbors are tired a people worshiping outside of my