Lyrics:
count your chickens before they even hatch
Don't you waste a fruitful future on the things you shouldn't have
And don't become a singer in a rock band
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
behind (Nope)
We gone be on one accord (4eva)
They will not pick us apart (Ever)
We been right here from the start
On your mark (Bae put it in park while I
container that, at least to dip your hand in rap
Your feet will be infectious, so at least realize the fact
The rhythms are inserted, and the nurse can be
lighten up (At all)
Yeah you mark ass niggas better tighten up (Tighten up)
Yeah don't make me put my bands in a rubber band (Don't do it)
And slap a pussy
in secrecy
At the crossroads of a poem's true identity
In the space between the lines of every singer's verse
In the breath of every word that isn't
to me
And asked me what was next
Guitar in hand, a one-woman band
This is what I said
I'm gonna be a folk singer
Gonna get me some calloused left-hand
ain't gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my will, they gon' ride through 'til the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we
Dance for the King of Kings
Oh, Compassionate Father, Meher, King of Kings
Your sword will cut through
of the world)
Shall the court sing together?
In every man's life there will be a hang-up
A whirlwind designed to slow you down
It cuts like a knife
by, a nice place, fine, too bad it rains
How was your day?
Yes, I play in a band, I’m a singer
Oh, were you in the crowd?
Last week? I’m sorry I didn’t
turns to numbing
Uh uh Your pain our pain.your pain poor pain
Dead in one hour! No more backup singer, Gus.
Dead in an hour! to the graveyard by bus
A curve ball, Mark ain't hittin' me
Yo, we in the place
(Now whut's up?)
DJ, pick up the pace
(Now whut's up?)
Gyrate, feel the bass
(Now whut's up?)
Yo,
bolder
The streets of New York got
A little bit colder
I'm a young dude, I gotta learn and get over
1980, Brooklyn is crazy in the dark
But there I am in
souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean
souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
Born in the dark
I'm born with the spark
Hit every mark knock this out the park
2023 might as well call it my arc
Discover new terrain like lewis
[Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes on
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond
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 takes
Who knows what song was playing when Mom and Pop first met
Did they dance to Benny Goodman and his band?
I bet they had a favorite singer and a special
Well I saw a story in the paper
Suddenly the bands big news
The critics all like our records just fine
But they seem a bit confused
Is it folk
dope doo-doo rhymes at my rest
The B-I-G, W-I-L-L
King of swing, and I rock well
The nail in the coffin of your average rapper
Jeff do the ditto for
anything or have to
Make things better, nobody will.
Schwichtenberg:
I think having roland in the band is.. we are as lucky as we have michael
In the band
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