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Could it be that the society will be free When it's fifty fifty-three? Maybe that will be the year when we All can live together in peace? There is
to you Play that minor chord How old are you? How old are you? Fifty-four, motherfucker (Fifty-three) How old are you? Fifty-three, Charles
for a hundred But I only paid fifty-three Runnin' up a check in my big B's Drunk a four of that Tech Woke up in Tennessee Just made about a fifty-piece
I must have been seven goin' on eight Crowds along our main street We all waved as a car went by Nineteen fifty-three God save our gracious queen
I'm seeing different dreams Dimethyltryptamine Dimension fifty-three High as infinity No-one is here with me I'm seeing different dreams
I must have been seven goin' on eight Crowds along our main street We all waved as a car went by Nineteen fifty-three God save our gracious queen
blue-blooded girls of independent means Who'd ride in limousines and their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five When I was fifty-three it was
make something great if you would just play Remus When in Rome Do as the Romans do But it's hard when it's seven fucking fifty-three BC
Generations of men, We've passed the point of no return Fifty-three days in fifty-three Fifty-three steps for you to acknowledge your defeat The last in
a sticky green drop Hop out Let off fifty-three shots Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops Giuliani might as well be merkin' n****s 'Cause the time
Eighty-eight see the day of light Thirty-one struggle loosing fights Fifty-three has no peace of mind Ninety-two hold on tight Why should I try when
That race will run Approaches him with her eyes Now she's tired, shows her hotel key Room fifty-three And with a wink she says Lets sleep He's the moth
amigo got fifty-three acres, a regulator Got big nuts, I say fuck the world I might, impregnate her I'm a shark with the fork and the pot,
in a sticky green drop Hop out Let off fifty-three shots Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops Giuliani might as well be merkin' niggas 'Cause
|C7 - - - |F - - - Verse 1-------- F On a December day (December day) C7 Nineteen Fifty-three (Fifty-three) C7 It was a young Joe Lloyd
Fourth row Sixty-seven Last row Sixty-seven Last row Fifty-three Fourth row Fifty-three Fourth row Twenty-two Second row Twenty-two Second row
Forty-eight forty-nine Fifty fifty-one Fifty-two fifty-three Fifty-four fifty-five Fifty-six fifty-seven Fifty-eight fifty-nine Sixty sixty-one Sixty-two
guys with swords Who sent those goons to their lords? Why, Prince Ali He's got seventy-five golden camels Purple peacocks He's got fifty-three
goons to their lords? Why, Prince Ali He's got seventy-five golden camels (Don't they look lovely June?) Purple peacocks He's got fifty-three (Fabulous
thirty-five years doin' Some kinda work you absolutely hated Spent seven thousand eight hundred and Fifty-three minutes blinkin' your eyes And added
Fifty-three spendin' hundreds, we stash that It's hard to trust them, I'm one to stab that Now I'm just looking past that I hope you got your own, no more
fifty-three, still bangin'? (Huh?) Sick of these niggas, put me in containment Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain Goin' wherever the money take me (skrrt)
(Purple peacocks, he's got fifty-three) Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh When it comes to exotic-type mammals Everybody help me out! (He's got a zoo, I'm telling
[Answering Machine] Monday, ten fifty-three A.M. [Voice on phone] JD, it's me, Bree Call me, babe Havin' all them parties, us cats down here
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