Lyrics:
, every day
Every day
Psychedelic experiences every day, every day
Every day monkeys in space
Monkeys in space
If we figure out eventually we
Are all one
scattered, the leaders was flattered
And hidden in neo-colonial states
You cannot get out this by owning a school
You cannot get out this by owning
degree day and there's no frickin' air conditionin'
And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blarin' the system in
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
the ways of the heaven
God create the earth in six days rest on seventh
First was the man then the woman on the second
One day the father coming down, just
, Mr. Gary Crosby"
Here's a happy tune
(That'll bring you a smile all the while)
(When you croon it you're really in style)
And the title is Sam's
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
Driving over Manhattan Bridge, comin' in from JFK
Crossing the Bowery & Little Italy
For a 10 day, 10-day-stay
I'm supposed to meet a friend in
degree day and there's no frickin' air conditioning
And you can't see b- the hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blaring the system in your
Born in the days of a criminal
Runnin' from the cops and can't
Let 'em see me so I'm hopin' out the Benz
It's time to let the valet step
Gotta make my
suckers out my life cause I don’t mess with dead weight
I annihilate and violate the beat I’m a head case
Bob your head to the beat till your neck breaks
open and barf in it
I'll cum in your moms box and
Let my cock spar with it
Put something hard in it, go hard in it
Then pull out then stick my whole arm
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
changin'
One day, I'll say that I made it out
Look at my life while I sit in amazement
One day, I'll throw an obscene amount
Out in Nobu, ten band tip
I was in the car when I heard Whiskey say Derry Dee Derry Doe
Jose V had mouthed off that day. Derry Dee Derry Doe
Whiskey had said, speak English
Focused I'll be up there one day
One day, one day, one day, one day
I been a cold bird Sidney Crosby
Life expensive, the risk it costing
Risk it costing
Cut Man
A dollar and a dream, nigga, to the top
Shout out my uncle Dretty
Drive around in that amber like
Getting high all day how we get it up
Shout
it's just another one of those glory days
where it's important to remember what Bob says
Yesterday I wanted to die
But this morning's salutations
Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)
(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby
Life Frequencies
Alright, smooth it out
You know, one thing
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor
the great Cars song Drive
Saint Bob made me feel like shit
So I got out an envelope, opened it
Put in a very crisp ten pound note
It was the same one I used
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