Lyrics:
school major in Art does have plenty of time.
Yeah. And do you think you'll have a lot to say to your old high-school classmates ?
I don't have a lot,
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
A warrior of romance forever
My Queen of Hearts
And will I search forever for my kindred spirit?
Two dancing ghosts that never can die
To search in my
A warrior of romance forever
My Queen of Hearts
And will I search forever for my kindred spirit?
Two dancing ghosts that never can die
To search in my
and hand me down poetry
It's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paint
The tin roof top humming songs of promise while time is
Locked into demonic
I fuck you so hard
Like i fuck this groupie
I cant be stopped
I'm solar powered
I'm a new school rebel
You an old school coward
A black ayran
I been
Dreadlox Holmes - Olivier’s Drums Music School
Lyrics & Composition : By Steve Wellington © 15/10/2017
INTRO
MR Olivier Perez
Bestowed up me
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
So to my old headmaster
Jandamarra was an Aboriginal Warrior who fought for the rights of his people in the Kimberly Western Australia. In the late 19th Century.
Ghost
clice.
Old-school sound, writing lyrics on a tablet.
Wandering wonderland clice.
High in the Eiffel tower - Paris.
Chillin in the palace,
Harder by
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
the new kid in the new school
I ain't too fond of the new school
I'm an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
So to my old headmaster
says to me, If I could publish a cookbook, you can write a Christmas song. I can't wait to hear it.
She was so sure of it. And I was taken aback by her
do this part
They don't know just who I are
Figured this could be a start
So a few rhymes blew apart
Old school chime, I'm chewing Hard
Total time
He’s a social justice warrior.
He fights for Black Lives Matter -
For history he atones.
He reads the Guardian every day
He worships Owen Jones.
talk about
try to argue wit me i say get the hell out!
i likea old school, i likea new school,
mygirlfriend like my name, Nihon Tai Mai Shu
if want
an IV
Still doing my thing cruising in a old school Chevy's where you gonna find me
Still racking my brain with the minutes passing by while I'm looking
'til 4 she could be home by 5.
Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route,
And keeps the head-phones loud to drown everything out
But the same old song
and common man
But no winner
Or beginner
Can understand the battle plan
But the battle never lasts long
Even though it is an old song
And the singer
and the shit that he didn't
When I was a young kid in Sunday school learning about forgiveness
I wish I could forgive you now that I've found things to be happy
A corner office was his dream
More like a prison now it seems
Somewhere on the corporate climb
He left his warrior behind
Now he's just a worker
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