Lyrics:
the dreams
Got me thinking, a point, do you see
The point to a pencil, I'm back at the tree
The place where it started, it left and departed
Before it had
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Call me Efrem Zimbalist
Get me Bobby Kennedy
Then call Dave Ben-Gurion, too
Then tell Carol Baker I'm home now
Tell her Mastroianni sends love
It's a miserable Friday night
I'm so lonely
And nobody'll give me a ride
To the grateful dead concert...oh rats!
I got to be free
Free as the wind
Free
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Left her in the past so she's past tense
She blowing up my phone
Say she love me oh my bad sis
Wanna link give me time to think
Rolling round in the town
watching Arthur everyday
Praying no bullet hit the couch where I lay for my fate
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta
weezy raw I already know that she sleazy dawg
Smoke it by the cone
Got the text she home alone
RawxYola fly like drones
Got the packs we run the zone
Got
on
The next pack nigga
Yo' shit ain't locked when ya
Hit it with the soda
Everybody else with the same
Stamp got A-1 yola
Bitch, who taught you how to cook
control
Let me take you to the crib
Let me ease your soul
(My love)
I'm gonna take it nice and slow
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
or leave me)
All you got to do, hey, hey
All you got to do is love me, baby
(Love me or leave me)
Stay by my side
(Love me or leave me)
That's all it
Got that fire on me
Only in God I trust
I get bread but different loaves and portions
Devils try extortion by causing distortion
Hoping for contortion
got more hoes calling me
Than American Idol
Young Pimp C holding it down
Come around with that fuck shit
We'll leave you shaking on the ground
Word
Grippin' on the wheel, Johnny Dang got me chilled (chilled)
Texas in my Sprite (Sprite), and I'm poppin' seal (Seal)
Drinkin' on mud (mud), fuckin' with
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
Manny watched from across the street
Then he ran up and hopped on me
3 on 1, they teaming up
But me I never think to run
They circling around
Got me
shove, they could, whoosh fall in love
Ah, Cherie, won't it all be top-drawer?
I'll wear lipstick and rouge and I won't be so huge
Why, I'll easily fit
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
romance)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(she have me in a fantasy island)
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
stepper (Big stepper)
Big stepper (Big stepper) big stepper
I turn around with that foreign love
She got me steppin' on campus
I'm fly as a bitch, I could
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