Lyrics:
From Brooklyn to Manhattan, racing fast between the lines
By flying birds and trumpets, through yellow lights and blurry signs
But I missed the last bus
of a feature
Yellow bitch she blowing my trumpet like she was Lisa
Says she wanna slice of the kid I ain’t a pizza
Get it every time I March in
Say the drips out
journey
They'll find their way, the youngest sons
It won't take long with minds so open
Behold the light and they've just begun
Yellow silk, the drums
it for the funk
Got this bass for ya trunk
Ridin foreign or domestic
Turn it up let it thump
This is dayum near majestic
Hear the trumpets and drums
your mind, and folks unwind
And be kind to a rhythm that you hardly find
And off we go, let the trumpets blow
Well hold on, because the driver
colours will be one
We'll be singing this song
Red brown yellow black and white
We are the children of the light
Makes no difference who you are
All are
a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
your mind, and folks unwind
And be kind to a rhythm that you hardly find
And off we go, let the trumpets blow
Well hold on, because the driver
a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon, bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay fucking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon’ shake
down huh?
No longer bound huh? (yeah)
God's trumpet sound huh?
All knees will bow huh? (run it)
Chopping sin down huh?
No longer bound huh? (what?)
God's
a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon, bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon, bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
stand.
(Hey,Hey)
They got three outfits: Red, Yellow, and Blue.
Volkwagon, Stationwagon, look it's Carrier too.
Got there name painted on the side. You
a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon, bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
What's, what's, what's up?
Play that trumpet for the real niggas (what's up?)
What's up?
Play that trumpet for the real niggas
Let's do it
yellow tractor going mowing through a field of hay
Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May
I saw a world in the window
eyeballs too,
They've gone all yellow
You came to me, you thought you had the flu.
I knew that wasn't true.
You wouldn't be yellow
We took some blood off you
I want the whole damn team on some dumb shit, jump it, pull it up, dump it uh
I blow up like a trumpet so you know I gotta eat it up like crumpets uh
Yeah, as you enter the cemetery
You will see jolly, happy, merry folks
Love-sick guitars, maracas, and trumpets
Dancing skeletons, calacas, crumpets
Well, your railroad gate
You know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all
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