Lyrics:
to sound like a Chris Thomas flow I'm bringing
I use Apple Pay so pockets aren't chinging
With loose changes or loose woman
Time is ticking and our eyes
Bright pink top, your silver beaded headdress
Fluorescent apple on your chest
Pull up the curtains, and pick up the stacks of chairs
Nailing their
speak from experience, hunger and hurt
And a little bit of hate from niggas doing me dirt
I just wash it all out with Tide and show love
To those who
The Marvellous Toy
Performer：Chad Mitchell Trio
Composer ：Thomas R Paxton
Lyricist ：Thomas R Paxton
When I was just a wee little lad
Full
with us sometime
I know you love that sweet little gal of mine
You and her could talk about babies
Make some home made apple pie
While me and dad could
a belly full of cars...
All for something lacy
Some girl's going to see that dress
And crave that day like crazy
Little Indian kids on a bridge up in
Fuck made you think that you could
Play me
This is destiny
I can’t fail it
I’m taking every little win
To propel it
Keep pushing now
It’s no settling
Til
services as a bodyguard,
For protectin' me from the terrors of thunderstorms and nightmares
Hah, And too many green apples.
And Lord knows, I.O.U. for
here working and I gotta pay up
Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
By a regular john she dealt with
cherish torture
Protect ya neck neck when you view me
Ain't nobody gonna get defended by Dewey
Deputy Dufus, I'm reckless and ruthless
I dissect humans like
little hugs and johnny apple seed money
Tricks up my sleeve run with magicians paying money for the card trick
Flute playing while the cobra hissing power
little hugs and johnny apple seed money
Tricks up my sleeve run with magicians paying money for the card trick
Flute playing while the cobra hissing power
all this cash flow
Money all in my phone
Ballin like I'm apple
Always got my eyes on the prize like a raffle
Oh you been a bad girl
You a little Rascal
all this cash flow
Money all in my phone
Ballin like I'm apple
Always got my eyes on the prize like a raffle
Oh you been a bad girl
You a little Rascal
into the cab said, "Hail Mary, full of Grace"
Yesterday communion was the Mafia's reunion
Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate the peach
Slept
much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook
I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple
into the well-fed earth
One of which, a liberty apple, after being watered in
Was tamped by a baby barefoot
With a bow hanging in her hair
Biting her
a seat
As we start to celebrate your arrival with a special treat
Made of sticky caramel baked with a pinch of love
Come try the green tea and the apple
For protectin' me from the terrors of thunderstorms and nightmares
Ha, and too many green apples.
And Lord knows, I.O.U. for medical attention,
For
become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And vanished in the brightening air
Though I am old with
warning
Satin sky's gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little fine machine
You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be comin' down
What
much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook
spring
There's a little black boy who can't sing
His vocals been stolen by the hate
And he's breaking, said the world's gone crazy
Maybe we should start
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