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believing in side-lines
Pan and scan and do lots of blow
Wait that's too heavy, I take it all back
When you discover this senseless attack

Be disengaging,

Revival!

Me Phi Me

Reality Bites

1994

Listen to my words as i speak of rivers
 Some may be shallow and some may be deeper and
 deeper my brother
 Man sits with pan and scans the land

Protest Song
Everybody sang along
Now they pan and scan
And edit out the everyman
Nothing matters, consensus scatters, it's all irrelevant now
A soul

grand
Read you like a book Peter Pan
Do a scan you a liar in disguise like that boy Stan
Call emergency fast
Go get the bag why you ask
The hand I was

Having My Picture Taken

The Boomtown Rats

The Fine Art of Surfacing [Bonus Tracks]

1979

each day who I want to be
You can choose each day who you want to see
We pan the rounds and scan the crowds of all those distant scenes Immortalize

they are phoney, they are spying out our lives
Unless the our protest will arise
They will scan you, pan you, they will bleed you, when in bloom
They

message I'll be back in a second for real
Rappers are so shady, crystalline; translucent
Pan left and I scan through em, that fools gold got a glare to it

guns too
Now to son you is a deeper plan
So when I jam
Reach the pan
Check the sale let the sound scan
Keep a brown tan
From vacationing
Chicks in Vegas

anyone's approval to keep this on goin'
I'm a maverick manueverin' metaphor man in a Levi padded denim jacket, forty-ninin' gold to the pan
As I do a scan

had to pan you
Laser had to scan you
I move when the van move
No wonder why I ain't ran you
Only fuck with the tan you
Powered up like Raikou
If she in

of cats can
You’ll need a cat scan, a bed pan, a plan of action
A will and testament, a YouTube, a damn reaction video, body reaching rigamortis
Cops stop

strong
Very strong!

When you are developed to the peaks of the tops
You must patronise a tailor to the outsized man

All bran, all man
Scan my pan
You

need wood and card just to scan bitch

A woman who cant fix nothin more but a sandwich

Never held a pot or pan and its
 Sad that u bad but yo manners

(hook)
They don’t know how to cook it. they don’t know how to get it man. they don’t know bout them triple beams takin them trips on the peter pan

is Lost Boy like Pete Pan
Me don't got no fans
Me don't got no plan
Me is not Batman
Me is not Kankan
Me don't need no scan
You is always scam
You is

the Yo with a fat ass zip
So you know it's going dine
Had a cat scan to confirm one thing
I got money on my mind aye
Put the UGOMAN logo on a brand new

and watch it pan out
I just ordered sex upon demand and then I ran out
Go through Pro Tools sessions like a scan and see what stands out
I enjoy the flex when

(Brand – Brand)
We no know bout them we a the man
Full a sauce like we a frying pan
Fresh like say a Milan we fly in from
(Whe your design from?)

Brand

Damn
Damn
Again
Uh uh uh again
Ride around big ass choppa on your head make you fly Peter Pan
I count bands
I ain't land
Run up choppa hit your mans

in a new york state of mind
Hope the plan got some span
My can don’t like no dirty scan
Run up to the pan and get the fan
In a new york state of mind

Flow pilotat 'ra natu pianet
Sganc sti bomb
Zomban 'e vetr
Nun sann
Nun fann
Vonn competat
Pigliat l'affann
Aropp 3 metr
Pigliat 'ra l'ansia
V scans

Evangeline

Edith Frost

Edith Frost

( Edith Frost EP )

Pan down to Evangeline
The bluest eyes you ever saw
Standing in the bluish air
She rests her hand on the pedestal
Mmmmâ?¦ gather

cat scan
I just want some paper like
A fucking trash can
Life is a maze, so hows it hanging pac man
I seem to amaze, as well as advance
I’m so far ahead

like saran over the pan
Keep the yams fresh, sweet
Five different songs, over five different beats
And this one's called Valley
I wrote it on the plane