Lyrics:
on a magic carpet,
on a purple sea you'll sail
You can talk to the fish because you had the wish,
to drink Brannigan's Special Ale!
You may be a rich
Woo ah mercy, mercy me
Ah, things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, where did all the blue skies go,
Poison is the wind that blows
From
Woo ah mercy, mercy me
Ah, things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, where did all the blue skies go,
Poison is the wind that blows
From
a look like shaper
Some of them a live life by day
An some a dem a tink ?bout later
Too many many many gun
Too many many man dem mash up
Paré
Woo ah mercy, mercy me
Ah, things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, where did all the blue skies go,
Poison is the wind that blows
From
Jepetio, hello
Deep fried just like Friday fish
A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch
Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything
Far away the sky is turning grey
Although the sun is shining above right here
No, I won't let the fish eat you...
And of course I know they wouldn't
Saw a train and hopped underneath
Made it there by the skin of my teeth
I heard a poem say weak and weary
Didn't like that, I went to Lake Erie
And fish go blub
And the seal goes ow ow ow
But theres one sound
That no one knows
What does the fox say?
Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding
fool ass dudes thinking
That their style tight
I got bars on smash like car accidents
MCs are road kill
Run em off the road by accident
Matter fact I
an honorable mention
And this bullet focused on
You undivided attention, toma!
Twelve tribes of Israel
Twelve point five for half a
Block of fish scale let me
the ladies walk by
They go in the store and
Touch every product inside
I say nobody sees it and they
Act like it's a long shot
Is there a pubic hair floatin'
Quintin jon too loud
I was ridin' with the pretty bitch
On the way to get some fish and chips
I got a call from the clique with this
You broke
setting apart, never's on my mast
Devil in my path
Telling me to go and give the metal a massage
Load it, feel it (bang)
Hold it, squeeze it (GASSED)
These
a
Shame, such a waste solves a few problems
Like unemployment like
Immigration, This screwed-up nation
Think I'll go back to cleaning
Floors and a-looky over
of the times
I feel my body weakenin'
But my spirit is fine
Ready to go to war with devils
At the drop of a dime
And fight with my rebel army
Until the stars are
The choices are many, so risk it, love
And have it your own way
'Cause whatever butters your biscuit, love
Is fine by me
Which is why I say
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