Lyrics:
your bell, bellbird, you're calling me back home
To my home up in the mountains no more will I roam
For there will be contentment, and my heart will be
By design we're tough
There's no whining in those dreams force
If you can pick the winners and
Fix your mind for team sports
And if you can't then so
of getting high
And I'll be rolling down the window and I'll wave as life goes by
Won't be the one to sit and wait
For you to stop and realize I was the one
you off like a fucking edit
I think you need diapers 'cause you've been talking shit
You said you're the best, wait I until I come in
(Hold up, wait
force
A problem, of course
So when you hear my shit
Up on your speakers
Y'all better abort
Cause I'm about to
Send some radio waves to the radio slaves
in that
I could always find better vibes for the time that I spend
Please don’t ever edit that
I need you to credit that
I meant what I say hoe
I said
summer soul days
I think I'll take my baby for a ride down the back road
Out in the country where the summer winds blow
Over by the river there's
I'll be there in the mornin'
Can't you see I'm tellin' stories
My sweet angel's everlasting true love ways
I'll wait I sow the seed
I set
over with the streets shit
Least see my kids on the weekend
Carter, new Kennedy
No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me
No prohibition for my coalition
River
If you think your hood harder, then I might beg to differ
Know some killers pull the trigger for a Swisher and Miller
In a blink I'll hit your
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
won't never rush
The proof is in the pudding so hush
Well don't smirk up your lips, where'd you get the audacity?
Give me five minutes and I'll show
where we headed? To the
Ultimate state of freedom
That's where I'll lead 'em
If you let it I'll free 'em
Let's set it, for human beings in recreation
the tales and songs you used to read have lost their meaning
As you start to disappear
And tomorrow with no burden I’ll be climbing down the hill
As the radio
got it wrong
Labels phoning up for the rights to our song
I'll say it once again it won't be long
On your radios from London to Hong Kong
UK check uSA
It's goinna be a dark one
It's something all need to hark on
For this topic I'll shed some light
Maybe you can gain some insight
I hope with these
I'm fine
Just living my days out by the seaside and coming from Croydon Town I'm nice
Hear the sounds of the sea and the seagulls fly
Try harass me for
laugh
If you want a t-shirt bruv just ask
If I see any more boy better garms
I'll put on my V for Vendetta mask then
Come to your shop and start wrapping
[Performed by Billie Joe Armstrong]
I ain't a politician
I'm just a bad musician
Whatcha gonna do for me?
Do you have a taste for
Sex and blood
no skill but you trynna ball
Explain that, Don't worry I’ll wait
Give you time for a punch line that arrive ladle no debate
So keep all the facts they
almost fucking gone
But the radios playing Panama
I don't wanna see what tomorrow brings
For a fucking fiend of anarchy
But I'll light the fucking fire
There was a Joe
Leanin' on the back door
A couple Jills that had their eyes on a couple bills
Their eyes was statin'
They was waitin'
To get
There was a Joe
Leanin' on the back door
A couple Jills that had their eyes on a couple bills
Their eyes was statin'
They was waitin'
To get
than some liquor, my spirit gone leave you tipsy
Living life, do the dash, ain't no stopping looking back, I'll be right up
I been doing this for me,
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