96 lyrics for "Of the hanging"
All the way down Let it ride Trying everything now Gotta check it out Got to get off! Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names
PlayMy main bitch, her name is Keisha Pull out my dick and she swallow I'm from the beast of the Belly Got all this bread like a deli Really ain't shit you can tell me My side bitch, her name is Kianna Hanging with killers and robbers My side bitch, her name
PlayDig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Everything that I was slowly changing Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge Of any mother fucker that´s thinkin´ they can change me White
PlayAs deep as the knife will go Bleed it dry A life changing transfer of power Every inch of it in you savored Drain you empty Gushing fluids Drain you empty The blade goes in you and it enters smooth Disturbing moans begin to soothe
PlayStraight out of line I can't find a reason Why I should justify my ways I don't need a reason You don't need to lie to me There's no reason There's no compromise Changing seasons
PlayIn the face of change Is when she turned to me and said "I'm not sure anymore?? And there amidst the waves And the cloudless skies That blanket the year before I watch my life wash ashore Have you ever been a part of something That you thought would
PlayOver and done, a changing of seasons The sun that ignited our feelings is down And I'm overcome if love was the reason Why am I on the run and So let's turn this around Before we're over and done Everywhere I go I see reasons For the pain
PlayIn our little sea of air We've got the whole world hanging there We got the whole world hanging there But, I'll be brave, I'll be brave, I'll be brave When the timing comes around, I'll be brave yeah I'll be brave Just let me go now We've got the whole
PlayHanging out when it's past time to go Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by
PlayThey're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the
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