Lyrics:
it was someone else
But as I moved along I knew it was me
And that I was singing it to myself
It went: Please don't pass me by
Oh please, don't pass
she up
And slowly went she nigh him
But all she said as she passed his bed
Young man I think you're dying
Then lightly tripped she down
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
I'd done my first week's work I reckoned I'd had enough
I went up to that cocky and asked him for me stuff
I came down into Ballarat and it didn't take
dad was in bed
So I down a whole bottle on
That bitch with the mink i go haaaaaaaard
I'm sorry, Mama Ferg
For all of these curse words
But I'm so
know how to make a scene
I came up to the party, now it's a fiesta
We bounce so high, don't need to fly Delta
Front flips and back flips, making
the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
Oh yeah, I went on down
the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
Oh yeah, I went on down
shootin' in the club
Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (fur)
Flip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef
of the week went to working
I was too tired to get about much but that
Friday night I did get to the West End bar
I sat and waited for Cass hours went by
After
The truth
But we call the truth another name
We call Him Jesus
The Son of Man the Word become flesh
Came to live among those doomed by death
He claimed to be
threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my
lovin' the caterings (lovin' the, woo)
We came up piss poor, I had to Tom Brady it (had to Tom Brady it)
I got some bags just sittin' out in England but
of the radio by my bed with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds...
When I was in school I ran with a kid down
of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
have thought this man in black was soft
And had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in
And it wasn't to pray
Yeah, he
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
or maybe I'm just insane
But then you came on, stayed on, sang your songs and you were gone
Hey, did you see me looking at you straight in the eye
Shady
I remember, see I remember like yesterday
Vividly, everythin' I went through
I remember long nights, days
Been fucked up on steppin' my ice game
you niggas
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
But I still changed you niggas, yeah
I know something you don't know
I'm gonna get some bands,
caught Pinocchio by his nose,
but he wriggled away and ran back home.
There was no one at home because Geppetto was still out looking for him.
Suddenly
was as tall as a
house and could eat...people... up.
Of course, nobody believed it, but they
told the story anyway.
One day, one day, the sun rose,
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