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Too Much Joy Theme Song

and cry, too much joy To create you must destroy Smash a glass and cry, too much joy To create you must destroy Smash a glass and cry, too much joy

like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his mo thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin' to play

People will think I'm some kind of pervert Adult sex is either boring or dirty Young people, they can get away with murder I don't write songs about girls anymore I have to write songs

other day Seems there's too much killing, too much dying, too much pain I don't know about you, but I'm tired Tired of the same old sad song Sittin'

them just like a suit, like a suit So if roses in garden bring joy to the bleak Lilies save wretched from worse Music lifts up those too weary to speak

The children need something With more substance and more meaning A message intended to leave them With something much more to believe in Now it?s cool

be there. [chorus] adieu, papa, please pray for me, i was the black sheep of the family; you tried to teach me right from wrong, too much wine and too much song

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me I was the black sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong Too much wine and too much song Wonder

carry mine This lust will defeat us I've learned too many times You cuss when you see us I'm taking all this in stride I breathe too hard My lungs