Lyrics:
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann (vibes, marimba, electronic percussion)
Walt Fowler (trumpet, flugel horn, synthesizer)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Gotta feel like I'm finding me again
I wonder why time flies by
No whisper as to why my mind
Craves a meaning
Gotta start believing
Sunshine, sunshine, in
to the stomach
Yea we bigger than you
A trigger or two
Will let off an disfigure a few
A missile or cruise
Tissue quiet a whisper that flew by
Official wit goons
of the town
The incidents may vary
Jack and Mary Benny (24)
Nick and Sister Kenny (25)
Made the scene for me, too
Like little Lottie Lenya (26)
Helped
They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin
Too many Issues I'm dealing with and I can't find help
Surrounded by people but feel like I'm by myself
They say im smart but never learned to stay
Maybe I’m wildin
Maybe I’m way more Newton than Daaga
Martin’s ashamed but Malcom is prouder
This is America
Maybe I’m Childish
I’m full of anger, I’m
could've seen
MC live a dream I aint Martin Luther King
But I bring peace to the ring
Take the world by storm make the whole world sing
Until my last breathe
Notebook" lied
"It's Complicated" is more like what happens
So you can keep Gosling and I'll take Steve Martin
I hate love
And all its shine
Not all that
written all over
Gold medals from the Olympics
That chair you sit in
Paved by an African American's
Named DR. Martin Luther King
Who graduated at age 15
aboard America here comes the freedom train
There's much more to this story like Wilson and Roosevelt
They left the train to Truman who stoked it
a track to glory with the good Lord on her side
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
There's much more to this story like Wilson
but asking why
Is this all like happening to me!
Is this my very demise
Or road to my world of fantasy.....
I've got no more place to go
Look me inside of my eyes
All of this pain, but I'm tryna disguise
I'm it, like a game that get played by a kid
Pussy boy, I'm on your head like a wig
2011 my daddy got hit by the recession
Woulda started robbing but never really had a thing for weapons
Woulda started dealing and then I thought
a large sum
Like Martin Luther King, I Shall Overcome
I get the job done
"I work"
"I work"
"I work"
"I work"
"I work.. baby!"
Some of you ladies
textures ('ture textures)
Killin' these niggas, bring more stretchers
Amazed by how I'm in that new maison martin margiela (margiela)
With my team, we're
of the shore
Always wanting a little more
It's never quite enough
Replay those memories
Where I am by your side
The ocean coming
I'm swept up by your tide
I
get it poppin' now I'm single like a dolla
I'm killing these hoes my swagga is a murder weapon
I'm wanted, f*** around and get arrested
I'm martin
By graduating with a piece of paper that cost more than whatever salary they'll be Making
While becoming a slave to the government cause of Pell grants
POLTERGEIST
Words by Roshaun Bay-C' Clarke
Music by Martin Dead Rabbit' Gockeritz
Intro
Ahhh weleway weleway weleway (x2)
Chorus
Jah watch over us
to knuck if they buck
I am LL's I need love and mama said knock you out
I am Martin's dream and Malcolm's by any means
I am part lover part wish a nigga
flashin' lights
bottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like...
[Mario]
Its a celebration
bottles by the cases
tonight we goin' all get wasted
then we goin'
[Chorus]
Yo, by any means I protect my President
It's P.O.P., protect our president
A thoroughbred on the track like the meadowlands
The Secret Service
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