Lyrics:
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
the front door all night willing you to come
And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turnin' twenty-one"
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
signed it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash
Nia Long ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom Sawyer at the Lucille Ball up at the foyer
He
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
bit glory for his vids
Importance slipped through his finger tips at
War with corporate biz
Feeling blue adding orange in it
Knowing in his core he's
Been gone so long
I can't remember
What I miss the most, ah, but,
Me and Johnny Walker,
And the comfort that he brings,
Waitin' on the telephone
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
the ashes that defy your lift, listen up
Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks
Stone-walker, the side-walker, watches loose lips, Wall
warm ginger
carmelize me
tombigbee, tombigbee
help me hang these bones,
gotta hang these bones out to dry
he loves me, he loved me, ravishingly
knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake
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
brothers
Since he got kicked out by my mother
Totin' them AR's, smoking that gas
Sipping on walk, life moving fast
I dropped a new single
That shit was
everything
So?
"Who wants to be king?"
They play this game of thrones
Building structures out of bones
Careful where you talk alone
Cause Little Finger's
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
the way he feels they should
Instead his bones lock into place and he can no longer seem to move
He shouts out in defiance to some walker of the night
He
flowers and grass in a civilized bone-yard lot.
And where he died or how he died, it didn't matter a damn
So long as he had a grave with frills
to the bone
La vie en rose arpeggios
So the dream begins
And the song is amplified
Buy the beaujolais
On bastille day
He dances in the tide
Chorus:
By
said he's got a drop
I'm over there, don't say a word
And if I get knicked, I know the ting
Don't say a word i can sell lyrics now
What's your budget for
been the same
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't numb to the pain
And I ain't been the same
Since the lord he took my dawg the other day
Man look walker
do
On and on and on is how the beat goes
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes
I wear
what turned his dream into a nightmare
Malcolm X said, "By any means necessary."
He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody
Maybe if we
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