Lyrics:
food
Della counted it three times
One dollar and eighty-seven cents
And the next day would be Christmas
There was nothing to do but fall on the bed
Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
And we pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called the Cloud
Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
And we pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called the Cloud
a drink"
Old Jim said, "Yeah 'cause we got time to kill"
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
We pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called,
and said I'll buy this round
And he sat down on the barstool next to Jim
He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy
Had lipstick on and mascara in his
care"
I can remember a time in this country
When men were proud to get cancer, God dammit!
When it was a sign of manhood! John Wayne had cancer twice
just having fun
Life was passing us by like traffic on the I5
I gotta name but it's not Ben Holt, and no, it's not Jim Croce
You could call me whatever
tip
That's what I get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, and I don't like fishing
But next time, I want
big Snoop Dogg
Produced by Niggarachi niggarachi! Entitled
The "Time Is Now"!
Time is now, it's going down, in my town
Time is now cause it's going
"Congratulations you're our next contestant"
"Listen here I want no part of this!"
She said, "now Jim, I hear you've got a way with words
And you can win some
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
The fucking channel for the next thirty years
"This show sucks", "Yeah, but somebody might get shot
During the commercial, now hang on!
That's what's wrong
(yeah)
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants,
Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
Generation Next
Droppin' fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is
sounded like a slice of Heaven
Jim was playing his drums but Donny wouldn't play
And after about 15 minutes of this beautiful piano playing
Donny stood
and Allie, or some other girlie?
Well anyway, yo P you know I'm lazy
Callin me this time of hour you must be crazy
Excuse me, but I'm sorry E Double
It's
the fucking manager, I don't care"
I can remember a time in this country
When men were proud to get cancer, God dammit!
When it was a sign of manhood! John
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
Jim Goff a dollar short was found
When asked the reason came this reply
"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky."
And drill, ye
the nas-t-O-rrential that you know
On this track he's been possessed by the ones you say are next to blow, reppin for the life that's all too familiarly low
Is this too
rewind, your peoples can’t ignore me
No Ether can’t destroy me, I’m here for real
Fucker yeah
Fuckers
I heard you, Santana yes sir this is none
Other Jim
mane
Just turn back the time and make it all go away
Sitting at church, thinking back to the day
Wondering “WHY GOD?! WHY Did it happen this way?!
I’ll
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