Lyrics:
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da"
Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly "girl I like your face"
And Molly
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly, "Girl, I like your face"
cnd Molly says this as she
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly, “Girl, I like your face”
And Molly says this as she
with you
Day by day by day by day
Time, time again, it is said
We will hear, we will see
See it all-in his wisdom-hear
His truth will abound
a ding hard as I'm gonna swing
I'm gonna need to put my arm in a sling
But like a wedding band you gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring
anything, just hit the gas and run
Or you're done."
Meanwhile, in the hotels, all the larger men will laugh
And the smaller men will hide their eyes
by the shoal.
Live in a house and it will not fall.
I'll summon up any century at will.
And enter it, a house I'd install.
That's why your children
Two Shots (two shots)
223 (what, what)
Will make your head (o blya blya)
Disappear (yeah, yeah)
50 bands on me (bands, bands)
And my bitch on fleek
Hopefully your parents have done alright and they can afford you piano lessons as a child
You form a band in your teens and split the £1000 recording expenses
fit the pants of a singer
I lack the lungs of a winner
I am failure's dead ringer
I've got the marks of a sinner
You've got to pick yourself up by
frayed and worn and his boots were far from new
He said I'd like to sit in with your band I'm a country singer too
Well we just had a big laugh
And when
down, so I could play the role
He said, "No you're not good enough we have ours Mark"
I went home and sat in the room with no lights in the dark
have to be signed by a production company or be in a group? And he said, No, Asian women don't make it in America. No one buys from Asian women. This is
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
of which he wrote
I can't sing; I'm not a singer
I swear I'm gonna kill myself if you bring her
Her, her, her, her, her, her
Iron will, iron hand
X by any means necessary
Guns out will have you prayin all Hail Mary
Pac Big & Hov meshed with a little KRS
Smooth like Doug E Fresh like Pun with
Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out
The gardeners will soon make the scene
'Cause it's Thursday
Soon they'll arrive on the scene
I pick up the paper
I'm spritzed by the sprinkler
Inside I
On the couch, I can't hit it on my mattress
(My mattress)
Though she was a singer or a actress
Lil' bitch (Bitch) shut the fuck up
I got hundreds by the bundle
as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (huh?)
Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van,
When we reach that city of the New Jerusalem
We'll sing hallelujah sing hallelujah by and by
How the ransomed singers will together lift that hymn
On you for help now
I need you to want me
All by myself now
I need you but want me
I will not loose
I will not move
My head on swivel
Hands to the sky
His
they can check the score
Never complained when I
Never complained when I slept in dorms
I knew that I would take the world by storm
And that's the best
[singer]
Tony for mayor.. [x4]
[Ghostface Killah]
Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish
Jaws is Cris', valor stopped at the wrist
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