Lyrics:
The animals marching one by one throughout the broken streets
Dressed in clothes bizarre and wild, they dance for miles and miles
The kindness that
and I swear I heard Robert Johnson play
Down in New Orleans, I know a girl who preaches in the Lion's Den
Down in New Orleans, I know a girl who sings in
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
then of volunteers
But years have come and friends have gone
And I'm marching to a different song
And I'm in the Grey Army
Wearing out these marching
crumbling down
Oo-oo
Tobacco's turning
There's a fire in Richmond Town
We raised our rifles
In the backwoods of Tennessee
We been marching a thousand
We stood by the Ark / just us two
Above the stars / were fringed with blue
The waves crashed down over our heads
Sometimes I’m not sure if I’m alive
my head up my dick is
Being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look at the reflection
those things
The effort something takes
Honouring work ethic and achievement
When and where it's due
"Hurry up, Teddy, our seats are in row 57
And these
stick my head up my dick is
Being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look
Blue girls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise
They got pretty blue eyes
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks
songs are sung
Cursed and blessed is a sinners’s death
While saints go marching on
Listen close to the dying breath that’s
Miss
Mississippi’s ghost
down, I stick my head up my dick is
being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look
of a rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you
to remember
Those eloquent songs from the good old days
That set us to marching with banners ablaze
But reporters, there's no sense in prying
Our blue
headed to D.C. two by twos
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues
Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known
But the politicians
on the wind I was thrown to the stars
Captured and ordered in the army of Mars
Marching to the sound of the drum in my head
I followed the call
Only to be
me at sea the pollution might kill me
Just put my remains in a cheap box and grill me
My pension and dole are there in the wardrobe
My air cushioned
kill me
Just put my remains in a cheap box and grill me
My pension and dole are there in the wardrobe
My air cushioned soul and my Blue Circle overcoat
sippin'it
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
blues
With illegal notions alive,
Alive in your head
You are back from some war
That you've been fighting for
Some old blue blood bastard
In
like to do that now, I've written some haikus
Haikus are Japanese poems consisting of 17 syllables, three lines
Five, seven, five
And I find them
Days are getting rainy
Just like a drunk driver
Keeps a little river in your head
Let's go so we don’t get long
This is the battlestyle!
How you
guitar
Singing soul to the morning
Catch and shoot from the corner
Like I'm Robert Horry
Back in 05
Nba live
Back to the hive
Give me high five
We are
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