Lyrics:
of the dead,
One night a rapping came,
Upon her window pane,
In ghostly white her William beckoned her upon his steed,
With hellish speed they rode by open
your pilot
Woke up in the sky now I'm soarin' and I'm flyin'
You could say a lot of things, but homie I've been tryin'
I've been in my zone really
Loop de loop flip flop Santa's got an airplane
Loop de loop flip flop flyin' in an airplane
Loop de loop flip flop Santa's heart's full of joy
Loop
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
somehow flyin
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dyin
I'm fallin, drop to the bottom fast
Death on impact, about to crash
I float up and around
From the land of miracles comes Mr. Williams
And he says "don't give up", he says "don't give up"
This Southern born spiritualist who brings
a foriegn rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes
So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck,
Headed west for Dallas, where I
[Pharrell Williams] Yo, wave your hands in the air
if ya came to party (party)
Get down, baby, we get down. Neptunes, Most Wanted baby, we get down
did shake
And on my grave the words will say
"I believed you, William Blake"
We scraped by in the shadows
Sown with pity and with scorn
The great
nah, nah
Yo, Mister Will.I.Am (Mister Will.I.Am)
Win or win (Mister Will.I.Am)
Get our boogie on when the weekend come
Check the Peapod, 'cause
Haulin', I'm haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill
Well, I'm flyin', flyin'
No one on the road
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Airly one morning young William arose
It's off to his comrade's bedchamber he goes
Saying "comrade, royal comrade, rise and let no one know
For
a fight. There'll be razors flyin' through the air.
Someone's slipping down the hall. Hush, my love, be quiet. Don't you make no noise at all. Meet you by
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
and nah, nah, nah
Yo, Mr william (Mr william)
When, oh, when, Mr william?
Get our boogie on when the weekend come
Check the Peapod, 'cause the vibes is
bight and strong
They carried William Deacon's body down from old Green Mountain yesterday
He was crashed by a rollin' grabble truck when he stepped out
Well how do you do private William Mcbride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
Rollin down the street and im looking for some honey
Hey girls, this guy swaggers kinda funny
Honeys, come on one at a time please
By the way I got
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