Lyrics:
Ya Ted
Nero Brain
Cash out…!
Its my Thanksgiving Melody
(Melody)
Ya…
Ya…
I work work work
I work…
Pretty much of work
And I vibe,
Am giving thanks
hey baby
I'm tipping my hat off to ya baby
'cause you're so fine,blow my mind
I put in the time
Everybody knows you can't let the pretty one past ya by
I am not interested in living in the best, I'm not keen on making big fans
What will we do now
You my guitar, every sound by melody of life, how I
the one that makes me feel so good
Yeah she straight out da hood wit the ghetto class
Pretty ol' face and a fat ol' ass
Got her own money but she love
time
Now when I finally got a melody
I took it home and I-I played it for my mother
Now I got to tell you a little bit about my mother
You see I come
pretty clear by the dance that you're doing there, that you want me near
Got me breathing you in like air, baby don't be scared
Yeah you know I got
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
cuts make pretty words
But not as pretty as you Melody
You - you were gone far too soon
Instrumental
Instrumental
Can you tell me what you see
We came
yeah
Be by your side be by your side
Shey you know say I no go leave your side
Be by your side be by your side
I go play fair say I no go dey off side
such a melody
and I miss those days
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I think about that,
Pretty face
I can't
Help my brain
Try to
Break away
Every-time
Tell
it, toss it like salad
Not Sean Paul, not 21 Savage
Like scroungy, Harry Belafonte
Pretty with no ass like Ariana Grande
I love it when my niggas
sings out the woodwinds sigh
The trumpets shout and the drums reply
With a crash and a bang as the whole she bang goes by
See the pretty lady toss
all alone, she plays, well... anything she likes
A lullaby about a llama, with a dish and spoon
Followed by a ditty called Alpacas on the Moon
Sweet
I was guided by your pretty song
Not knowin' that you would do me so wrong
You gotta force that feels so strong
I just wish we could get along
But
Aggressive aye
I been getting aggressive aye
Mama told me... by myself that shit just hectic
All this time on quarantine
Feeling like my life
want to, sweetie?
Hear pretty, pretty music
Coming from the street down below
And the melody carries
Won't you sing with me sweetie?
We'll walk
She's a beauty queen
Such a masterpiece
And my heart just skipped a beat
She so classical
So magical
Like an old school melody
That body got me
Her comforting melody's the jeers sung
So she spends her mealtime praying to the porcelain god,
That one day her efforts will pay off and they'll call
She walked right up next to me
And whispered I this in my ear
Come play guitar for me
Something with a pretty melody
Some jazz would be the bee's knees
on the dash
Multiplied that shit by 2
I ain’t gotta tell no lies
I was born to be the truth
With so many options you still the one I choose
Pretty pistol
But
beg.
And then she asks me why don't I come to her flat
And have some supper and let the evening pass by
By digging records beside a groovy hi-fi.
I
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
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