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Memories from the Star sessions? Sleeping over at the studio. Magical, crystal clear, ice cold winter’s night walks to the Norman Knight in Whichford.
(Parody of the written prose "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann. This was written by Christopher Guest of "Spinal Tap" fame. The narator is Norman Rose,
(Parody of the written prose "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann. This was written by Christopher Guest of "Spinal Tap" fame. The narator is Norman Rose,
about if I was as famous as Marshall?
Would you give fellatio in the carpool?
Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle
Singing, "I hope
the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic
I fucking love you, you fucking bitch
Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off
name I forgot who cares
Norman Sann in his own lane
Swerving through the city
I got my music hella loud
Now I don't care that the streets
This busy
Haunted by my decisions,
While walking in my convictions,
And both sides of the coin,
Reflection of just how you livin,
Hearts weighed on the scales,
Still
things happen in the night (Better stay focused)
Bad things happen in the night
Oh oh oh
(Psycho killer Norman Bates Red Rum Re Rum)
I met you
Wouldn't do
You don't know the story here, no not even a little bit
Back in time like Marty, rear view mirror time to settle this
Should I walk the path,
the street and maybe just
Breathe in the breeze from the trees of age
Now don't slip when you see the cordon
Do your best to believe but never to seem
to console
Feels like I'm confined in a snow globe
Time flies by. Wanna end on a high note
You can join the club but you're born into a tribe
Don't even try
right now
And don't you let em' fill ya head up with lies
Saying human beings just appeared over time
They giving too much credit to the flesh dawg
They
to warriors and kings!
[Reflections on lifetimes of carnage:]
I have been slain by Roman gladius,
And by Norman spear dealt a mortal wound,
The threads
facts
Squad Punch, Stunna, Lemmy,
And Chapo
Crystal, Lola Dee, K Norman, La'ola and we on
I grind all the time, I'm stacking my loot
With the Lowkey Money
'em fall, Kyrie Irving, woah
My future bright like a chandelier (on god)
I'm riding around in my city like it's Norman, and we just Boomin'
Me and my
can get an eye jammy
So save the sob stories for a storybook
And look, Jack-in-the-box can take a lickin'
But I'm never gettin' took
By Uncle Scam
within me
I wish it could be put simply
Around every corner he waits
More sinister and unnerving than Norman Bates
Amplified by 20, I don't find it
totem rise and I guarantee
If ya dare to beef, I'm not inclined to just spare my
Time for the squarish, cuz my shine be the rarest
No divine interference,
to the Goblin
Not the Norman
Brand new tires
Spinning so well
On the road to finding the real me
I'm in indecision since when I was twelve
22 now got no story
he hatches sinister six dispatches
Time to burn em to ashes norman give me the matches
Kaio ken level one son it gets fun
When I say better run two
much stress and anxiety
In this wicked society
Run like squirrel in a wheel
From 9 to 5 with a big zeal
No time to sleep, no time for rest, constantly
walk the rope
Maybe because they cannot understand the quotes
Word, in actuality, this Norman Bates mentality
Always seems to represent, minus
all your shit for yo dream or you miss it
Die by the morning I hope that they listened
And if they didn't then I couldn't blame em cause Im just a kid
Music by antonio carlos jobim, words by vinicius demoraes, translated by norman gimbel
How insensitive
I must have seemed
When she told me that she
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