Lyrics:
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
make it? Cause tell me what they got left?
I don't really know, what we suppose to do
When the president runs they suppose to vote for you
But that's
puttin’ her in the middle
I gotta blow whistles
I gotta blow missiles
She doin’ blow I look like whoa she wipe her nose and she giggle 
It’s about
When the whistle blows, yeah
And it won't be long, no, no
It won't be long
My daddy told me
When he said goodbye, yes he did
I'll be back, baby
I'm finna take this refocus worldwide
I'm on the moon on the darker side
That's Elton no john and Major no Tom
My rocket take off that's Elon no musk
But I ain’t Elton John baby
Can’t stay long baby
When she call I never call back
(Call back)
Know that might be wrong baby
Wrote this song baby
Closer
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
bold
Print on the lenseses
One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer
Peace to Elton John cause in the
Jacket got the tiny dancer ready to tango
Extra
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
fragments will hit you
So many holes in a nigga
That when the wind blows, he whistles
Bet that I could read your mental
With my finger on temple
And learn
[Whistling]
John Doe:
Release yo mind and slip with me between the crease of time
Cause peace of mind is the condition people cease to find
I be
(parent)
Don't push your daughter in my face, and tell me that it's okay (my face, okay)
'Cause your agenda is to get paid, and get mad when it don't go
sold, going sold
Going, gone
Then she drags me by one finger
To her lips, hook, line and sinker
Honey I'm a sucker, when you linger
Give me
don't tell me you're prayin for me if you ain't gon stick around
I just let the time go by and laugh cause they ain't with me now
And maybe I'm a cynic,
live in the past
Up and down and round
We go
Where we land
Nobody knows
Put the work in
Then it shows
We move
Until the whistle blows
There’s no
by with a Qanon Mom
Blood-soaked daydreams, she sends me links
I try to tell her, but she doesn't care what I think
There's a terror when lay my head
gets me goin' now
Never sell, never sold
Live by the code now
Never tell, never told
Darts I throw
Like Clyde with the finger roll
and the stars above
You can measure your riches by the ones you love
When I say goodbye, you can bet I'm gone
When a lonesome freight train whistle blows its
desktop no strings attached
Over there heads Like mistletoe and halos
I hate it when the whistle blows
Who's that peeping in my window?
Tense up leaning
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
It's no secret, you know that
A nigga want to fuck
No time for playing games, I'm saying, mane
Don't you tell me what's up
Baby, if you want it
That
out of town, midwest
Country nigga and my soul official
Bout to set it off like a golden missile
When I take my chances they gon' blow the whistle
I'm
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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