Lyrics:
And her dad pays for everything
Who though is this motherfucker named Hugo?
You know these are the Scenes from the Seine, though
What Keats Wrote really
Iech sjtoan bei dea poal, zo sjtief wie ing keats
Kin nit noa links, ken ooch nit noa reats
Kiek iech eraaf, kien iech miech toch kramp
Kiek iech
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
were proud of me
Ain't nobody there when I was down but they still count on me
RIP to Keat's friends
Only one that rode with me
Call me on the weekend
He
I sleep
I feel like Tommy, Keat
I know they lookin' for me
Tell em it's on, I'm out side
Keep my eyes on the ceiling for when I sleep
I'm Like Tommy,
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery
read Keats on the floor
It's what plays in my head
I'm thieving dreams for ya...
I wish I could see
You more frequently
Than just in those dreams
Or in
Ode to John Keats is a synonym for the beige, bland, non-salted, lukewarm brain cereal of
Attention-spam deficit
It was the $1,000 USG first prize
goes on
So much more this year
John Keats John Keats
John Keats John
Please put a scarf on
di chi infama e poi le servo in hostel
Metto la firma su ogni pezzo come john keats
Se mi connetto scrivo il testo e poi mi fotto il beats
Ah ah ah
ivory skin passes me by
I'm much too shy
Did you think you were different to them?
Because you read Keats when you were in Year 10?
I don't think she
The whole plan unfurled
I went to the readings with
The literati folk
Oh who cares
They weren't that cool
I lost so much sleep some nights
With Keats
Keats and Yeats have left now, they're used up
Feels like we're crashing through clouds, part lucid
Less fleeting than a wish, crystallised than
Ti ho trovata dentro i versi di John Keats
Ho aspettato luglio per averti qui
Risvegliando in me un vivo ricordo
Da cui non fare ritorno
I tuoi occhi
A letter from Keats to his fiancee
In Torquay museum it was hidden away
Byron's payment for his gambling debt
An autograph hunter would love to collect
She
I've done right
Perhaps the gods have just blessed me
So many young men have died
Like when you think about Keats
Keats died when he was twenty five
the full moon light.
Euphonic epiphany like Keat's lyre trope,
I am it, iambic's rap's last hope.
My Grandma says I have rhyme talent, and I love her.
I
insieme
Perché dentro questo cuore ho cento buchi e crepe
La tua mano sulla fronte mentre il cielo stringeva
Ha reso tenera la notte più di Keats e
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!
could tell to you
To help you on the way down the road
I couldn't quote you no dickens, shelley or keats
'Cause it's all been said before
Make
down the road
I couldn't quote you no dickens, shelley or keats
'Cause it's all been said before
Make the best out of the bad, just laugh it off
You
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