Lyrics:
issued by
The plymouth Company
Allowing us to settle on the
Hudson by the sea
We left the shores of England on a
Cold september day
Sailing 'cross
melts your wings
Do you die?
Fall way too far
From the coastline
Passing ships sailing
Keep sailing right on by
Stroke of midnight
When we take another
Sender and recipient
Lit up by their different stars
And spinning on, trancelike,
round this tilted axis
Oh I hope you're happy
wherever you are now, I do
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
a ship, that sails by my window
There's a ship that sails on by,
There's a world under it
I think I see it,
Sailing away
I think it's sailing
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
Mister
An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow
We will be oh so gay
Eat fried chicken every day
As the angels go sailing by
And that is why my
Mister
An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow?
We will be oh-so gay
Eat fried chicken every day
As the angels go sailing by
And that is why my
We are riding on a railroad, singing some else's song
Forever standing by the cross road.
Take a side and step along.
We are sailing away
Frenchman
Leaping from the mountain tops to pass the time away
Dancing so high like a prima ballerina
Sailing the sky like a clipper on the sea
We reach
deep (more)
Still got that white, boy, no NSYNC (white)
I throw up my thumbs and I send three
I got the pump in the Benz Jeep (facts)
I leave blood
Too much what your lips drink better if ya lip sync
You don't need to sip drink you better lie down
I'm a rapper slash stiff drink tell her buy NSYNC
Running through the jungle
Heads by the bundle
This motherfucker went looking for trouble
All my niggas down so who's ready to rumble
Who's ready
Soul
When it's late at night
I'm thinking 'bout you baby please come by
I know you want me but you switching sides
Will you decide stop wasting time
on the tires
The colors is NSYNC
Get it,
All these niggas so pathetic
They be on the scene
But my niggas always fled it
And I feel like a fiend
When it come
cause God's the one who's punching clocks
Y'all just put the time in
Verse 2 - Stylus
These ghastly folks in-trapped by the ghost who roll for Satan
wearing a frown i'm loud, like a sloth
On the prowl, like a sloth
I devour, like a sloth no one can ever doubt
I'm downing pizzas by the box
I'll crown
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
Oh, I'm sailing away my own true love
I'm sailing away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea?
From the place where
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
Mister
An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow?
We will be oh-so gay
Eat fried chicken every day
As the angels go sailing by
And that is why my
They play by ears for years now my folks deserve some equal
Affection from this infection that gives our foundation
The same blood the same drugs equals
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