Lyrics:
need flu shots 'cause you hardly eat
Are you starvin'? Have some fruit tarts, fondue pots, dark meat, hot beef
Who wants a new arc? Destination where
underground tombs and tunnels to historic cemeteries and secret gardens, there is something for everyone to enjoy in the city. Whether you are interested in
gettin' on time to close
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs
gettin' on time to close
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs
of people you known forever
I'd be a liar if I feign surprise, a goat eats where it's tethered
Treat African proverbs like Vegas flyers, I float above
Feelin' down
You've been feelin' beat
Your parents kicked you out of the house last week
You've got a shitty job
You make minimum wage
Open up
free not think on my own
For all we are
Are ill intending
And nihilistically inclined warring global parasites
A spec of dust in the darkness
Where
Yah
(Where's the bands?)
Yeah
I'm on a mission (I'm in the kitchen)
Ain't doing dishes (fucking these bitches)
Just call me Richard
(Yeah, yeah) yeah
Maybe all we need is to care, maybe all we need is empathy
For you and me
Cat's meow and dogs will bark
Santa Claus is reading Marx
Our commodity
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
Sometimes you just gotta let your pen cry
You could read the writing on the walls
Or the windows boarded up
Nobody's gonna save us but us
You could
The society of lovers of the green sticky crop
That they grow in Amsterdam
Rest in peace to Black
If you know that one then you are tapped
To the guys lighting
rappin', snatch him out his juice, 'cause I can't fade no more
Ridin' with some shit, R-C-O-D can't even play no more
You swing on me, my dawg attack
Got the whole ends and Richard with me
Man just might fly up Manny
Link up the mandem are many
Got a couple bruddas up country
Hold tight Kygo
your own choice!
Where where where where
Where where where are You? Where where
So where where where are You? Where where where are You?
Where where
tryna chill?
She said I like your vibe and tell that you is real
But say what on your mind so I can tell you how I feel
So I had to keep it real, Richard
Karl Marx till your blue in the face
But if you've never left the house with a tool by your waist
And your shoe tightly laced, Cos the feds might give
Such a glad moment with your friends
And Mr Marx appears again
We all know what's gonna happen now
We are gonna lose control, yes we know
And we all will
history far too often elides
And then I'm done
The year was nineteen-eighty-one
But before I tell you where I'm from and what I miss, follow me
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
(George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Tanisha Anderson)
But if we've supposedly come so far then why are we right where we are
(Corey Jones, Alonzo Smith, Tyree
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