Lyrics:
in the wind
Hammer smashing by the hacksmith
Tell me how did the mammoth go extinct
Order by the gavel in the courthouse
Made it heard
Sentence into
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y
calculated move by far
Always with a model and a fly car
Thirty-thousand for the Python, rockin' knee high, drinkin' white wine
Listening to In My Lifetime
excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it's definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people are going
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
those words echoed indeed til dawn
With hope for everlasting memories til I'm gone
By way of one drop the plot thickens y'all
I'm Charles Dickens with
allegiance to defend
Caravans come far and wide
And new nations will descend
To our aid up on this hill
Fists up high till the end
All that is now depends
Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki
Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow
Let her play problem
While problem tongue play with
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
The lifestyles their livin' the women don't seem right
Uh oh about to plot hole their screen write
So stay tuned
Wonder why the world makes it hard to stay you
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
Why and what and when will this play
Waiting for the internet to make my day
Waiting for the net to pull out for me
God damn net won't ever play for
caravan
Everyone said he was best by far
He played in Paris and Berlin
In London when the fog rolled in
You could hear him strumming through the night
Some
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
songs names like Mary
So some songs became far
More Top 40 friendly, but infinitely cheaper
On my second album
I had sung about my mother's having
on the daily
It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly
Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal
Control the block, serving up
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
the ghosts are
Knuckles well versed, late to ponder
Killed off co-star, cast in main role
Bestest by far, lifted that bar
So who's up to par now
All of my
border’s quick
That caravan is sick
Misread a sleight of tiny hands, behold the devil’s trick
CHORUS
Put up them tiny hands (Their hands are so tiny)
the savage that, Vlad is on a canvas in a caravan
Had a plan, 16 bars that's a paragraph
cnyway, flip these scars like an anagram
cny day, gets me far like
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