Lyrics:
flies
Through the yarn like a Kerry dancer
Pink and purple velvet red for a lover's bed
Living north of San Francisco
With a man who build his house
I'm ona desert island
My only paradise when I wanna get away to the Pacific Ocean
Surrounded by nothin' but palm trees
Feelin' like Palm Springs ona
My guitar turns away from me
And I want to give everything back
But no one wants it when I listen to Morente
I surrender to my feeble imagination
Which
To all my strippers around the world (turn this one up y'all)
This yo Kutty buddy (y'all know what time it is)
Bought to you a part by Black Gold
(uh huh)
I love to love you baby, that's a song by Donna (it is)
All my foxy ladies, we still the ill nana (we are)
All around the world from America
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
Told ya buffalo soldier
Fell to the ground like Folgers
Couldn't hold the boulder
Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer
In the hip hop game but
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
By: jimmy buffett, steve goodman
1975
Chorus:
There's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll
It's just something I can't deny, I heal by the
Wanna be my private dancer, come with me to ecstasy
So whip and she ride it like a jet ski
Fly down
up in my ear
I tip her she a dancer (What, Dolly)
Put some lean up in my Sprite
It give me the answer (What, uh, uh)
Bitch, I might be, uh in my white
This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie
Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from
home
All the times I've been by, almost seen you at night
All the songs I could write about the time it took
Coming under your spell, just like an old
a little boy on the beach watching waves crash the moon so illusive.
He's soul so Translucent.
Learning stories about the world from the salt lingering above
I met a woman in West Virginia
She said her name was Alabama
She from a little town outside Savannah
Where everybody talk that country grammar
clan just like his daddy and Chief Black Hawk
Known as the Bright Path destined to be his fam's rock
He's like the year of 1887's gift from heaven
an di lane an round di ben
World dance is di name an di title
Do by di dumb, di deaf di blind and di cripple
An I don't know why black wizard love it
G-eazy, what up?
From the back to the universe
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain't practice
We put asses in
dead off the Lokos
And I'm taking these bitches from over the bridge, you know that this shorty from Hostos
And all my niggas they get in the zone by
I like dem gyal that ain't with the drama
Type of gyal to bring no wahala
Fashion nova, fendi, prada
Highlight poppin' by Rihanna
Take a break from
So here I am now, a former summoner's apprentice
I've dishonored my kind just by giving in
I've upset the set of people who took pride
In me being
or the undermining of those
With differing values, side by side in the name of humanity, of morality, and equality
For all people, free from oppression
girl
By the way, you got right on it
With the chick you wanted
And now you in the corner kissin' on a girl
I-i I'm bout to have a ménage with these
know a flamenco dancer
Who will dance for you if you will dance for me
[Chorus:]
Her name's Miranda
She's a Rudolph Valentino fan
And she doesn't
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