Lyrics:
were broken on the track
Burnt a lot of fancy verses
And I'm glad that I am back
Further out may be the pleasant
Scenes of which our poets boast
But I
you by my side I want our love strong
They should know I put all my pain behind a love song
Showing all the courage that I wanted you to see
I just
that they don't value our lives
My people been suffering way too long, and I'm tired of singing the same old song
People acting like this shit isn't
with me all for the rest oh
She grabbed me by the hand
I didn’t stand a chance
We a couple runaways
Live our days in France
Play our favorite song
Let’s
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
discriminate on asshole and pussy's the same
I fuck the gangsta bitches, preppy hoes, and all the plain jane's
It don't matter if you're black, white, red,
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me 'Daddy, what's a train?'
Words and Music by Bruce â??U. Utahâ?? Phillips
plains of Russia
Blonde Norwegian, dark Croatian
Songs in sad minor keys
Feeling the heat inside the fumace
Trying to make that break away
Reaching
oil,
And if you don't want our help, that's ok
We're coming in anyway.
Oh, this is a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
Hey, yeah
We the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and
Doin' it on the radio what we did was to
Help our generation
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
the great whites
I
I'm hungry yeah but what's the point if it don't taste right
My life ain't plain but a nigga finna take flight
Ight
never learned her name
But she's called the Spanish Fireball
While she kept rhythm with her hips
From her ruby lips came a love song so bright
the name
When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
Dangerous Music on the microphone
Makes you want to break your hip bone
Might break your leg,
never learned her name
But she's called the Spanish Fireball
While she kept rhythm with her hips
From her ruby lips came a love song so bright
Sailing way in search of foreign shore
Navigating sky, by the stars up above
We left our land, and all those we knew before
To moor our ships in
and
destruction for centuries to come
The gods, offended by whom have blackened them, have forget us
As two terrible dragons battle arrays clash
One white as his
love you man (alright)
I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees, I like pants that's cut
I like words like fuck, I got your pics on my wall
With
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
by
Moonlight
Oh pockmarked plains, the lonesome shells
Scuttle and search in low tide
It comes and goes with nature's throes lived only by
Moonlight
The gift and the curse, the right is wrong
See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross
Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse
Memorizing Kriss Kross songs
1, 2, 3, do eet
You lookin' at me, and ya think ya got it figured out
Thinkin' here comes another white boy who tryna spit it loud
He think he gifted
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