Lyrics:
I can't find the way to write it down
Can't find the way to write it down
The days and the miles roll by
In Denver the Rambler and the Fisherman
a girl, she so fly (so fly)
She got wings, see her flow by
Whole crew sick, hottest things out (out)
Street Fi-di-damn, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
few could believe
And none could explain
How some crazy fisherman agreed to go where Jesus went
With no thought to what they would gain
For Jesus
Words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay
Some times when the sun goes down
And I'm lost in some other town
My thoughts may drift away
To Manzanillo
I need a vegematic!
I need a pocket fisherman!
I need a handy appliance
That'll scramble an egg while it's still inside its shell!
(Operators are
Anyway!!! Man who know bout fishin dem a fisherman (Yeah!!!)
Man dat groe him locks him is a rastaman (Yeah!!!)
A man dat go a church him is a christian
livin by my wits
This morning's paper called for romance on a whim
I reckon I'd believe em' if they told me sink or swim
I'm under water not on fire but
I learn by living
Don't quite know who I am
I might make mistakes
But then I might just win (Oooh)
I'm breaking the rules
And I"m crossing the line
the floor
And the fish swam like moonlight
Through your child's closing door
And morning is the long way home
The fisherman was drowning
By his broken
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
a skollie (Awe what you wys)
Now I’ve been making history since I entered the game
So tell me how can you be impressed by these lames
My dryf is always 10
it, take it
We'll watch you fall, fall
While you watch us speak it, speak it
(We run this town)
We run this, run this, run this
(We run this city)
We
on Valley Way, someone would say
"You're not a captain of a ship, or a master of the sky"
No, the fisherman didn't care, and so neither did I
And for
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
The fisherman comes up
Puts his two poles in the sand
He stares out at the sea
Just exactly like me
But I've got a book in my hand
We will have
forget
So I bought him a dram and he swallowed it down
Saying I'm honest as the next man can be
It's the truth I swear by not a word of a lie
And here's
(COUPE)
Stack it up, make it spread
Watch that ho get naked
Stack-stack it up, make it spread
Watch that ho get- watch that ho get-
Stack it
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
in the air
My moms know that I'm a player
Look at my chain
Now she wanna call me by my name
Living life gang
Impressed 'cause I got my own strain
Left
a
Vast school of fast Tuna
And you start to chase them
And suddenly you're caught in a drift net
Laid by commercial fisherman and
You start to panic
The eagle find him place in darkness
Fisherman find him place by the sea
Light up with that in Kingston town
Mi bredren know you a come home without
employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by
ain't sober u can't get no cock
In the lobby w versace rock it by my socks
Baby block me but I'm poppin so she gotta watch
Watch me take ya hunny I
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