Lyrics:
the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the ring
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the ring
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Saturday Night Live!
While the Young were getting Restless on Sesame Street
And The Brady Bunch spent 60 Minutes counting the Days Of Our Lives
Him and I
adjectives, the composition of snow.
And other things you just have to guess at.
And then again today is the day and those were the days and now these are
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
overnight unlike junipers
United snakes inspired revolutions of the day
Such as Wovoka's ghost dance a thousand miles away
From the Oklahoma ranch where Jim
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
elite
I just want to save the day from us becoming a cluttered species
Some of these kids are hot but summer not decent
Pin it on the block to who's been
Jim Crow
We all know of Mr. Crow but is he dead?
His message is still widespread
In our nation's figureheads
Dread
I dread the day when my brother asks
fucked all day (yeah)
Sucked all day, smokin blunts, countin cheese
Fucking bitches til they assholes bleed
What you say ba-by
Chorus: Too $hort, Biggie
& the Santa Fe
See the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's going to meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the time of day
From
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
the field
And we doing the most
It's another
Day in the life
Of a couple of goats
Gon' be a cold night
Grab an extra layer of clothes
Niggas wanna pick a bone
While everything is closing in from these four walls
I need you now more than ever
Good ole Jim Beam just don't cut it anymore
I need the touch of your
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
I wished I had gone
But it is where we are until Election Day comes
I hope that we vote out every one of these clowns
So the next time I leave I can
be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Son, sun is on thick, thick
One thought coming up quick, quick
Wishing that the days would come
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
nuts
Cos these two fake ass klutz and lames
Came and stuck they tongues and they lips
Up under his dick and his nuts
And they licked and they sucked
Then
another story so these dudes
I get a phone call about three
Days later some dude is
On the phone, "Yo I’m So-and-so, I claim
This and claim that yo, yo
What
we can turn these things around
But if you don't believe your country should come before yourself
Ya can better serve your country, by living
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
tryin' times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
Three generations of fatherless women
We drownin' instead of swimmin'
This ain't what
And I'm tryna fuck these tits on this bimbo fore I end it
See I'm off balance, and I just bought a half a gallon
Of Jim Beam cause it seems to cultivate
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