Lyrics:
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
don't be stepping on my toes
Go the way I told you if not I'm a drop you off the globe
Are you bout the marks
Is you bout the marks
He bore on the cross
don't be steppin on my toes
Go the way I told you if not I'm a drop you off the globe
Are you bout the marks
Is you bout the marks
He bore on the cross
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
God still marks me right
(Though they mark me wrong my admission giver)
Even when they mark me wrong
(You have marked me right, you have marked me
on baby, let me rock your world
You're just my kind of girl (my kind of girl)
You're just my kind of girl
Come on baby, let me rock your world
(My kind
them love marks talk when I speak
You see them love marks walk yeah I peep
You see them love marks all on my feet
Lil baby
Open your mouth put your knee
united
We are united by our differences
Our different kinds of interests
Our different intelligences
Artificial or natural mystic
Each one
are
Baby, when you take my hand
You show me that my scars are beauty marks
Oh, beauty marks
Beauty marks
Now I know that you love me
So real,
this crazy, I hope your kind is true
Oh baby, this crazy, I’m wavy, can we ride too
My minds been lacking lately
Is it this meant to be the flu?
She
the worst of porcupine
If you tryin to take mine
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
In the blue 5S's
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no
the worst of porcupine
If you tryin to take mine
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
In the blue 5S's
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no
important
Listen baby, would I lie to you
Just to run my fingers through your pukes?
Don't talk to me that way!
I am not a groupie!
I never said that...
I'm
Mark:
Well, I'll tell ya
Well I get off bein' juked
With a baby octopus
And spewed upon with creamed corn . . .
An' my girlfriend, she digs it
With
a diamond, one of a kind, one of a kind;
Know you'll always be on my mind, on my mind;
Baby you're brighter than the summertime, summertime;
Ever since you
on me?
Well how bout my body on you?
Well can't we just both be alone
Uh let me see you freak it baby
Baby, baby let me see you freak that body body, baby
talk to you for a second?
There's some things I've been meanin' to tell you
Some things that have been on my mind
Listen to me baby (let's go)
of a kind
Must be one of a kind
Gotta keep out my cage
Stay levelled up, can't let shit decline
Another day passing by
I press fast forward, I press rewind
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
When I saw you on 8th street
You could make my life complete
Baby yeah, yeah, yeah
You're my-my kind of a girl
And when I saw you by the jukebox,
thinkin damn my lungs feel coarse
Girl I fuckin' love your stretch marks
Hate that they make you insecure
Wish I could bottle up the bad thoughts baby
like me, dog. I'm one of a kind
Dreams and aspirations happening one at a time
Imma start a couple companies soon & double my grind
And let all of my
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