Sing for your supper And you'll get breakfast Songbirds always eat If their song is sweet to hear Sing for your luncheon And you'll get dinner Dine with
always shining on me? This is the part where you can come back to me I was supposed to, you were supposed to be I was supposed to, you were supposed
APOSTLESLook at all my trials and tribulations Sinking in a gentle pool of wine. Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers 'Till this evening is this
Ahh, man You know where the niggas be at right? Take me to 'em All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' ?I'm supposed to die tonight? Niggas
Suppe da es ist noch Suppe da! Wer hat noch nicht wer will noch 'mal wer hat noch wer will noch 'mal. Es ist noch Suppe da es ist noch Suppe da! Ich
Maybe it's up with the stars Maybe it's under the sea Maybe it's not very far Maybe this is how it's supposed to be Maybe this is how it's supposed to
(Sang) Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evenin' shadows come Then windin' down that old familiar pathway I heard my mother call
me Cause he knows how much I've suffered Lord, I'd like to have a picture of the last supper Cause tonight he's comin' home to the last supper He'll
This place is going dead. So snap our picture, let's go down outside. You're so perfect in pink. Black bracelet, I could never forget, so let's drink
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck The Last Supper [Hook: Pastor Troy] The last niggas, the last supper The last bad muthafuckers
This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle that threatens to Tighten and destroy you
pictures of a girl Lying half-naked in a stream She was so fall of life Yet in one moment killed by a knife Will somebody tell me What's it all supposed
Supper time, I should set the table 'cause it's supper time Somehow I'm not able 'cause that man of mine Ain't comin' home no more Oh, supper time, kids
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand And it's, hey, babe, your supper's waiting
' But we made up like we always do 'Cause you love me and I love you And we're supposed to do that now and then Oh, we're supposed to do that now and
Jesus and all his saints couldn't save our wretched face And no man parting some sea could keep you from me We had to walk away from the streets that
by gaudi the master himself 'caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell This last supper makes
This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle That threatens to tighten and destroy you
