Lyrics:
plus boots I laced with the troops /
Produce the rules so conducive to revolution and then BOOM /
I'm Doctor Manhattan...y'all the Blue Man Group /
Let
always thought happiness was to be
Acquired by the things I would gain
Look into your eyes at the cinema
Never burdensome
I took a train to T-Centra...
us cut a swathe
With only our blue/grey resumes
And see there, two petitions side-by-side
One full of hate
One full of lies
We sign them both like it's
leave the party with hotties that tell me they wanna be singers
I just hopped outta the water my drip is enormous
She love how I love how I leave her
I
him as he passes by
I say to myself, he looks like the FBI
A white man like him, what is he doing over here?
I wonder, what does he want
Then he
at afterparties in heaven
Thank God my intro was peace to the 7's, let's go!
[Chorus: singers]
Battle me, so you can see
How I blast flows, so easily
Battle me, so
your pride
'Cause you're the kind of man, you know
Who likes what he says
I wonder what's it's like
To be so far over my head
Well, the lady made
lawyer
Danny, he's a medicine man
And me, I'm just the singer
In a long haired Rock'n'roll band
Through the years and miles between us
It's been
Danny, he's a medicin man
And me, I'm just the singer
In a long haired rock'n'roll band
Through the years and miles between us
It's been a long
your pride
'Cause you're the kind of man, you know
Who likes what he says
I wonder what's it's like
To be so far over my head
Well, the lady made
They say "Drink and be merry,
Take the bull by the horns."
I keep seeing visions of you, a lily among thorns
Everything looks a little far away
of a woman is to love her man
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til something sticks
I don't mind doing it for the kids
So come on, jump on board
Take a ride,
of a woman is to love her man
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til something sticks
I don't mind doing it for the kids
So come on, jump on board
Take a ride,
don dey
No be by singer you go win the award
No be by Knacking you go give belle
This life na turn by turn o
No be by money you go cool your mind
If E
nearly true
Peaceful times are long unseen
Promises I give to you
Only I know what they mean
Charter for a freedom lost
Made by man who knows not
Dedicated to all the soldiers we lost in the struggle
Probably losin' the World War three niggas
Rest In Peace
[Chorus-Mac & singer]
See I'm
party to recall
The singer of the shadows of his soul
So he's been told
Sorry I can't stop and talk now
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
But I'll
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
tight, hold it tight
C'mon man this is serious, this for the movie
Aww man, y'all some lousy singers
Alright fellas, knock it off, knock it off, break
To be rich and have a lot of fans
Have a lot of girls to prove that I'm a man
To be number one and loved by everyone
Getting drugged up with my
Take a ride on my twelve cylinder symphony
But if you've got other plans
The purpose of a woman is to love her man
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til
Photographs of guns and flame
Scarlet skull and distant game
Bayonet and jungle grin
Nightmares dreamed by bleeding men
Lookouts tremble
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