Lyrics:
Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian
He had arms and legs and hands
and Tarcisia told me where they were going and told me it was 38 via Regnoli. So she said “Would you like to come down?” By this time we’d moved up to Villanova,
worlds in the same location and
One day we ended up speaking
And I would talk about college, she would talk about meetings
And how she's planning
closing the fences
And hooking up the electricity to them
And was en-route back to the house
In a flash something moved
Before I could react and reach for
used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
playing in her warning labeled box again
She wants a man I can look up to, a role model to come through--
Don't bother unpacking your car...cinogen filled
face
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what's shakin
A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
In
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
all day
Yeah
Huh I stay to the top
House on Mt. Everest
These girls wanna get tagged by me
Cause they know MZH IT
Turn the bed room to a rodeo
She ride
I got a girl and she treat me fine
But the homies all think that
I'm losin my mind i'm trippin and I know it
Cause I'm all nerved up
'Cause everytime
Yo Jeff whats shakin' man
Whats up dude
Ay man remember that girl you know when I was walking to school
She used to diss me everyday (yeah)
Man
Yuh yuh
And I bounce that
Called a dog cuz I bite back
In the club with the homies throwing fat stacks
Fat racks pockets swole like a house cat
Shoes
Yo Jeff what's shakin' man
Whats up dude
Ay man remember that girl you know when I was walking to school
She used to diss me everyday (yeah)
Man
think that I'm happy
But I ain't no fake so I ain't finna put it past me
Pull up to my big ass house n not a single body
Thoughts are gettin over crowded
Gas meter runnin' out
Electric cut off as well
Candles lightin' up the house
Lookin' in my momma's eyes I
See how she feels
The strain and the pain
list
Tie my shoes up, im on track, let me run with this
Backyard like Disneyland
Everywhere I go I need a marching band
Theme song in the background
yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
the moonlight
I fell in love with her at first sight
I walk up to her
Like real man with balls of rights
We exchanged words and give me her number
She invited me
damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions
Didn't make up for my character
Played for that duration
Called it Fall in Bloomington
Wish it was an exaggeration
That glass floor I created shattered
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