Lyrics:
by yours truly
Another world, y'all
Say what, another world
Another world, y'all
Say what, another world
Travellin' through, time and space
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut
Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
to God's standard of morality not society's
They are called not to conform to the patterns of this world but to be transformed by the renewing of their
Don't let them fool you we ain't different than the youth in Asia
Africa and Europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors
If they the third world then
Bills are paid but it makes no difference
To the gods that seem to rule our home
Heat shut off for no known reason
This old building's got a mind
the bills so we enjoy life
Cause we only here once we don't get it twice
Why the world wanna bring me down and steal my smile
Try to lighten up my mood by
hangs in most
Homes and around our necks
And we have just taken that
For granted all our lives
Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The
World's most
our future with our kids in it
Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya
Soon we'll be rappin for Saudi Arabia
Dear Mr. President
The world
in your eyes
Not a good attribute
All I have done
Is what you asked me to
Did you forget
Beaten black and blue
The greener grass
Now dry and destitute
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2"
I approached her "Hi
Hey Charlie, there's been a small accident outside on the front porch
I spilt your powder, it's all washed out in the rain
And I don't think I can
the opposite
We got a lot of deposit
World around us may be crumbling
But inside our hearts we ain't singing
We ain't singing
The blues, we got no blues
Cause we
Hunnid by 35, man
You say it’s a small world, come to the island
You’ll need a blueprint how to survive it
But none of us have it
Land of the savage
dolla bill, McDonald’s
We be savin’ money without switching to Geico
A buck twenty-five by the twenty car pile-up, wile up
In the Wild West, get your
love of a nation
Symbolized by a flag with fifty five-point stars in a rectangular configuration
TV stations mold the mind of men and women and small
smaller
So they'd rise out of all the blue
A sunflower wished
That he was taller
So by magic Bill and Joe got small
While the blossom dripped
Of his gold
bust in Antibes by the cops
And fleeced in Naples by the wops
But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes
Our dads had helped them win the war
them big question blues, I got them big question blues
Every day I'm feelin' more confused
I think a lot more I find I know less
Why this world's gone
a small Midwestern town
By a charming and eccentric loving father
She was praised as the perfect teenage girl
And everyone thought highly of her
And she
the world
like the colors on Old Glory
the flag that they unfurled
Now the red was the color of the Indian man
White was the devil's who stole the land
Blue
Marvin Gaye
By noventa seis I was living
In a city adjacent to a couple of places
Leave you black and blue if you be wearing red
Have you spilling red if
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
the painful acid
You were gone with no trace and
My heart turned rancid
The short song that I wrote
I put on blast to the world
I thought the bills would pay
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