Lyrics:
Moscow, followed by English and French speech.
("The recording was made at the Moscow Theatre of Musical Miniatures.")
Now, back to modern times.
YOUR
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
Home boy, I tap dance on the clouds
Who, who, who is it?
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
slams on rough-hewn log
And a voice from somewhere scolds a barking dog
I remember a bleak-eyed prisoner
In the Stoney Mountain life-suspension home
yo' time!
Evil prince:
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de san quentim 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin
repeat
Everyday it's all the same
Locked in this cage that we call home
Lost in the shadows because we're
Guided by the false light that harbors hatred in
The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method
In a New York taxi cab with an English man
I've never been kissed like that
So come on, kiss me again
And I felt your heartbeat
Driving down
timid and hesitant as she stumbled
Through a sentence in English
At the cash register
A Winnie the Pooh journal these are the
Things I remember when I
you saw, see all you can see,
As you get fucked by your own liberty now
If love is a taxi, the devil would drive
If hatred is English, then I'm speaking
Brought into the world t a broken home
Left by himself, he had nowhere to go
Man of the house since a very young age
Worked for himself, day after
take a break
I need home-cooking enchiladas with steak
And abuelita coming through with every kind of cake
I have a meal, take a drink, and live another
know i gonna go home with the lona(canvas from spanish)
yo
Say
say my my name
gonna talk 'bout the game
Beats I feel lane
But you know I'm seaping in
I'm
We'll gather lilacs in the spring again
And walk together down an English lane
Until our hearts have learned to sing again
When you come home once
And walk together down an English lane
Until our hearts have learned to sing again
When you come home once more
And in the evening by the firelight's glow
Hook
Love me like Malcom love me like martin I got the same intensions I’m just a modern day poet with visions of changing the world I got visions
modern day slaves
And everybody's just walking around
Head in the clouds, we won't awake until we're dead in the grave
By then it's too late, we need
power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol
heart
By writing this song about her
Sometimes I sit at home and
Wonder if she's sitting at home
Thinking of me and wondering if I'm
Sitting
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
It's off the hook home slice, like a lucky fish.
All I wish is that you taste this like a Swedish dish.
It's the L-A-are-S, H-O double-are I-S...
and the days go by
On the Siegfried Line
Oh, they say the English
Have given up the war
And we heard the Russians
Won't last through '44
But a long-time soldier
four minute Olde English piss on you
You're bustin' dumb raps off the cap, oh shit
But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit
I let the, ink
a palace
We are the nowhere
We are home for everyone
For everyone passing by
A home for germs
Future for good advice. Future for good advice
Can I come along, can I try it on, back home, far away back home
For the modern time, for the new
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