Lyrics:
you or I
Alright, alright says Baby Blue
Who doesn't really understand
August was a heavy month
But winter came at last.
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
league
You D-league, boy you terrible
Like delinquents, so sorry peeping' tom
Yo ya'll some hot tamales But I'ma need to see some
ID's before I let you
on the stands
Our promotion budget on the album
Was what you'd call peanuts
Absolutely Free had a promotion budget of
Twenty-five thousand dollars
And,
the world and heard a hundred years of platitudes
My calendar is missing brake calipers
Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister
Write
Tom music and the movement aye aye
Here go another man produced by muah
You already know what time it is
Overlook the past have mi smile from bow
The years go by so fast
I thought that it would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
The years go by so fast
I thought they would
Def and Kweli
Zepplin, Onyx, Beck, and Chuck D
Feelin' of Bob Dylan, hints of John Lennon
Mixed with a bit of Pimp C and Bun B (Woah)
Marley in my heart
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
fake, never knew I'd soon relate
To Tom Brady goin' for seven in Tampa Bay
It's that crazy, I ain't never been bothered, that bothered you
You ain't
blast from the past! A blast from the past! A blast from the past!" "Baby, you're the greatest."
"From Sun Recording artist, Elvis Presley"
"I'd
dae pwel all me bread lek e don maylayju
D money na by d bly but d rum na by d canoe
Ah dae waka en dae stagger bo na chak man life
Geh d beer en d pega
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife,
Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer
Que des 6-0, sans forcer
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer
94.0, sans forcer
Danew By Rohff, bob DT
C'est l'été
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife,
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife,
recording
Beau said he’d send more details later as he was in session
And now that the album is slated to come out soon I’m curious again
Also Jessica Pratt’s
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