Lyrics:
to church (no, no)
I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit I got so many flaws
Help! Moby Dick!
Hark! Moby Dick! There’s Moby Dick!
See Moby Dick! Help! Moby Dick!
JOHN
This book got mixed in by accident!
LOST BOYS
Is there
Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key
That's what John McDonald said
My rendezvous so long overdue
With all of the things I've sung and read
They
PRESIDENT GEORGE BUSH (was followed by "No new taxes," a promise he would not keep)
"We, the jury, in the above entitled action, find the defendant,
and child thought they no longer needed
And before I could say, 'Where's John?'
I looked down and he was clingin' to her arm
I realized-ed that I'm wrong
a cool dry place'
I drove around the city
Looking for a room
That was high above the water
Where my things could be in tune
There was no one to help me
cavities
Such insanity
In Adam we all die
What a tragedy
But in Christ we rise to new life
Praise His majesty
Israelites and Gentiles alike, united by faith
on the west side There's No Such thing as being happy
And it just becomes a habit like smiling and laughing
This city is sweet and my girls name is
773
ain't got no air at all)
But CO2, it’s for days
And we gone be suffocating
It's such a horrible fate to me
Please don’t be this insane
Well I guess I'm
they Def
(John and Jerry A) oh, such nice boys
(Yo, merry, merry, merry Christmas)
And a funky new year (man)
Word
It's getting cold out here, you
on the big come up
The seasons change with the different meat you prepare for the supper
Go fetch the runner
Would leaves fall if there’s such thing a cruel
know what all your mother has said
And I don't want to cast any blame or point a finger
I just don't want your father to be such a fucking stranger
So, I
just wanna get lost
In every word
Let’s talk
Let’s converse I just wanna get lost
In all of your words
Let’s go to a place, just us
There'll be no more
2022, I explained that “Songs From The Long Road” is essentially 60-year-olds revisiting songs written by 30-year-olds about being 17. The remark was
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
such a big part of our community
You could check your email
You could check out books
You could take things home
Or just sit and look
At magazines,
chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched?
Well where he stay at then, he stay by such and such?
Well since we got altercations with these
Hamilton, sit down
Our client Levi Weeks is innocent
Call your first witness
That's all you had to say
Okay
One more thing
Why do you assume you're
And Max Roach, cymbals socking
Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring the metaphysics of a jazz thing
John Coltrane, a man supreme
He was
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From git-go, yo, yo
Ayo, it's such a shame
All these dick riders tryna corrupt the game
But what it
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
the whole thing was such a surprise
I know you and your hear crazy notions
Your pretty girls and no devotions
Down by the ocean middle class
Down by the gulf
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
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