Lyrics:
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
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Jesus christ is coming no be say he dey ashawo house
Malobesimi hibee longlife stidey rep yellow house
Give your life to Christ if you no wan hear i
Daddy tell me about the old days
How great grandpa came down old Montana way
How the braves used to camp down by the spring
And that old house still
We didn't know the times were lean,
Round our house the grass was green,
It didn't seem like things were all that bad,
I bet we walked
And the wind through the trees
Carries her own wind chimes
Yeah, I'll take the old trail every time
Lately it seems things vanish by degrees
How soon we forget
and had no ears
And he sucks at driving, claims his vehicle never steers
To look cool he hangs with 17 year old girls, got em roped
But as it turns out, by
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
a motherfucking band
So fly, I don't know where to land
So fly, motherfucking Peter Pan
You put the city on your back like a motherfucking tat
Damn nigga, you
time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window panes
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
Now my old hound
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get
Sitting on the wings of airplanes
Eating rowan berries
Following old ferries
Flying across the sky
Flying across the sky
Like a bird
Like a bird
And there
Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others
Latchin' on to when I caught the fame (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Pass the task to ask me
I love when you letting me be the man
Let me take you by the hand like Wendy and Peter Pan
If you fly by night that's right I'll let you make a wish
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window panes
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
Now my old hound
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
day and night
Humpty Dumpty had his own little wall
He just leaned a little far to the right (how 'bout that?)
There was an old lady who lived in
Like Neverland with Peter Pan
But in this land Captain Hook is not the villain
He's the man tryna make it by
Stealing what he gotta so he can chase that
demons
It's so sad to say our love had no meaning
Rumor has it you were over his house
Can't believe I didn't figure it out
Can't believe I was defending
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going,
sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired,
he can sit down and rest
He can beg
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