Lyrics:
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
on laughin' just so I wouldn't cry
Anyway, he bought blue orchids for my hair
I felt like Ginger Rogers after she lost Fred Astaire
I got by last night
you offence
Does it all with lightning speed
And no sense of fucking irony
I’m the king of the world
And you are Fred Astaire
When the pleasure turns
Self love, self care
No drugs, no beer
Sober for 4 years
Open mind, mind clear
No regrets, no fear
Dancin like I'm Fred Astaire
Onna grind, with my
Stepping in line with the sign of the timer
Seduced by the tune of the decadent dancer
Just buy a brand new pair of Fred Astaire shoes
Climbing
careers go up & down like eyelashes
One album deals then niggas
Dead exposed caskets split my ladies mat
(correction?) I kinda hate that
When I know we
is our moment I think we should share
Your my Ginger Rogers and I'm your Fred Astaire
Hold on tight if I might
This may well be our night
We may not
Stepping in line with the sign of the timer
Seduced by the tune of the decadent dancer
Just buy a brand new pair of fred astaire shoes
Climbing
stable I will rise up and I’ll stand again
See me moving, Fred Astaire
You wanna love me I’ll be choking in a moonlight chair
Hooked that duck
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
with you
I like a dance by Fred Astaire
And Brando's eyes, Yul Brynner's hair
But I think to tell you's only fair
That I love being here with you
the line-up
First album, the EP was No I.D
Last album, the executive producer is me, I'm set free
Sayonara
So the crazy shit is right, like, when we was
here with you
I like a dance by Fred Astaire
And Brando's eyes, Yul Brynner's hair
But I think to tell you's only fair
That I love being here with
I like a Dance by Fred Astaire,
And Brando's eyes, Yul Brynner's hair.
But I think to tell you's only fair,
That I love being here with you.
be
Leathery wings that ride the air like Rock Hudson rode Fred Astaire
Dogs are smart but not like pigs
Old folks can taste sweet as figs
Secrets
Crips never occurred no Bloods to attack them
Matter of fact no hood to attack in
Somalia is a great place to relax in
Fred Astaire was the first to do
the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you
'cause there's magic in the air
Criticizing rap shows you're out of order
Stop, look and listen to the phrasin', Fred Astaires
And don't get offended
warriors came
To the western hemisphere till its blood in the red square
These black Fred Astaire's tap dancing on thin air
They soft as cashmere you
on the airwaves
Feeling like a Soldier
And I ain't talking where the Bears play
Flair look how I Fred
Astaire down the staircase
It's finna be a hair
Raising
'cause there's magic in the air
Criticizing rap shows you're out of order
Stop, look and listen to the phrasin', Fred Astaires
And don't get offended
on the airwaves
Feeling like a Soldier and I ain't talking where the Bears play
Flair, look how I Fred Astaire down the staircases
Fixing to be a hair-raising
kicked the chair and I was born again suspended in mid air
I'm on my Midas Run I feel like Fred Astaire
I feel like Frank I built a stair and climbed it
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