FUN LOVIN' CRIMINALS lyrics : "The Preacher"
for something bite down on the gun. Stop frontin I'm gettin bruised and battered
just like Mick said, Manhattan just when I thought if mattered up jump from the
cut. My pastor
My heart is filled with pain New York city just ain't the same my only company
is all you players but i hate the games
The buildings skew my view it's gotta get to you just when I thought it thru
there oh so many variables downtown don't give a $#&@ they think you're all
stuck op they ain't got the dough to duck they ain t got no time to see the
preacher
Hate the games
The buildings skew my view it's gotta get to you just when I thought it thru
there oh so many variables downtown don't give a $#&@ they think you're all
stuck up they aint got the dough to duck they aint got no time to see the
preacher
My heart is filled with pain New York city just ain't the same my only company
is all you players but i hate the games
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