Lyrics:
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
screwed up like a toolkit
I got it with me no builder Bob
Run it up when we kick it like Finish Line yea
let me hit then I dipped now she in denial yea
But
or blue
Too young to vote
I did not have a clue
Politics at recess
A friend told me man
You gotta vote for Bob Dole
He's our only chance
But then my
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
of favors, yeah
Blue Note Table
Watching jazz on the xylophone
40 Dog, need a chain for my microphone
Chill is gusto, this that 99
Headed to the stu'
With
Know they gotta feel me
Knowing they gone feel me baby
See bitch I'm racked up back up lil Nigga don't make me act up
Watch how I bob and build
room
And you don't even mind
Looking by my side
Your dad would've taught me the slide
Do you want to listen to
Jazz on my record player?
I want
have died in life
Modified by Christ embody I the light
My resurrection's prophecy
But I'm upstaged by theology mythology
Follow me my thoughts
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
Coltrane and her cosmic strains
Still no vocal on blue black horizons
Your plasticity is tested by a formless assault
The sun can answer questions in
a subwoofer jazz
To help me find the beat cause I know where its at
I need a shot of that rhythm and blues
Memphis grind or a Wreck'n Crew
Better get down
black congress woman"
"Mary McLeod Bethune?"
"An educator"
"Marian Anderson?"
"An opera singer"
"Duke Ellington?"
"A jazz composer"
What about
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin.
He plays piano in a jazz band
And I love him for the man that he could be
I asked him "If I let you, would you play me?"
And delighted as he tickled
cousins
A toast to the West,
Courtesy of the South,
Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.
It's the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
For
I imagine peddlers on cobblestone streets
Dive bars with cheap guitars and smells like whiskey neat
I love jazz and I love blues and you know that I
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
crossing the river
Oh man, look at that sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky
It's the sound of Bob Dylan
Chris i quite the follower
There's some
drop somebodies
Yeah (Noo)
Feel like I got chop somebody
Yeah
Bet on two shotgun shells right by, come by us
Yeah
Think I might have to zip somebody
It was Sunday after the catcher on the ol' blue mower finally died
Leaving the lawn to its own devices as our landlord cried and cried
Dan
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