Lyrics:
(we'll be forever loving Jah) there'll be no end
So, old man river
Don't cry for me
I've got a running stream
Of love, you see
So, no matter what
mental health do you still confide in only yourself
Man I dream of the life that you live so the work rates peak I don't rest as well
All them times when
likes are you a Jester?
I'm a king, and your committing treason
Lord of the mic
Devil man, I'm a demon deceiving
My name's Junior it's not Steven
I'll
(we'll be forever loving Jah) there'll be no end
So, old man river
Don't cry for me
I've got a running stream
Of love, you see
So, no matter what
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
The day they metcha
You let them getcha
So now you might as well split, yeah
Yes man, I'm diggin', you tell me
I'm gonna pack my suitcase
I hear ya
Lord, flannel shirts and blue jeans
Truck stops are routine
Tonight he sleeps alone with a Cajun queen
Well I'm talkin' about
Truck drivin' man
that he can.
White cups and coffee, lord yea
Its all that he needs
And he's all right by me
Truck drivin' man
Guitar
Truck driver
Well he's
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
Banger and the mash and he done it with breakfast
Sprayed in the crib, man done it with Westwood
Out of the blue like bruddas in Deptford
Real
over to the island of Jersey, followed by a swift little airplane ride 3000 kilometres due...east of
ah...well no, no, got that wrong, due west
still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holler at me when you graduate
We'll be posted right by the four hundred building,
Room four twenty,
the one like Obiwan
You know me I give you a hand
You owe me one
My nigga you say you the man
Well show me sumn
I told you my mama ain't know that I was
[originally performed by The Who]
[I. Her Man's Been Gone]
Her man's been gone
For nigh a year
He was due home yesterday
But he ain't here
Her
"At 3:42pm today
Local Rap Star was seen
Approaching Juju's Hair Salon
As he was confronted by a group of gangsters!
Let's go to the field for
Either wish me well, go to hell or go to Yale
Study human behavior so that you know who the hell
You dealin' with ain't nutty but the study gon' unveil
My
to show his feelings
He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in
down by the crawdad hole
Oh well a yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby mine
A well you don't miss water' til the well runs dry
You don't miss
Was infatuated by your feng shui way too fast
I told you, that I really need you
I ain’t fit to survive if I ain’t near you
Adaptation hasn’t worked
to Albee Square to buy shoes
The blues, now we on the news
Man, ya ain't livin' large when you're
Tryin' beat a murder charge
Yo, can I get one phone call,
attacked by first
They're at my neck like motherfucking vampires
So critics si-day I si-day the same shi-dit, I'm always degrading, little bi-ditch
Well
of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside
know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Junior got the world in my wingspan
How you
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