Lyrics:
"Ka-ka-ka-ka"
I be the Funk Doctor Spock, originator of wreck shop
The type brotha to give your stolen car a test drive
So hold your brown sugar, because
Spring has come
And it has turned everything there is a new
Cherry blossom petals
Bloom over both me and you
You got a heart that's pure as driven
man
As he walks this land unrelenting
I just close my eyes
Well, and you're right there with me
Dancing in the sun
Barefoot by the cherry tree
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way
was sure to go"
"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg"
"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
you let me see?"
Way over yonder where the wind blows free
And nobody can see in our holler tree
And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
maker
All day singin', supper on the ground
Old folks and youngins, gather 'round
Every kind of fiddle you ever did see
Come along merry and sit by me
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
on earth
Cause she been through hell while she on earth
Raised Pa then me by her loneself
Mpilo egrand be the way I reward her
Cherry egrand just to give
Speak up clear and cloud
Brown baby
Brown baby
As years roll by
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
on the tree pass the backwood back
Kool-aid with the drip got the juice in the bag
Nappy headed with the braids they Pray I'm set in my ways
Cause self hatred
this off now
Erase the tape and start over
Along more antiseptic lines?
No, let's let it run i've
Thought this way for years
Ached to say these things
Nobody can see in our holler tree
And there ain't nobody that could sing like me, Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Way over yonder in the minor key Way
on (hold on)
But you got to be strong
Though the pain almost over
([Timbaland:] My pain almost over)
Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Why are you hanging out by the tree
Don't be hanging out by the tree
Sister, why you stressing about the things you can't change
Hand it over to God
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut
Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
Samson, to send Marilyn Manson
back to Hell, the resurrection of Fred Hampton
You can tell by the way your shit swelled and lump up
Whenever punks jump up
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
Niggas see me in the hoods and they see me in the corners
Probably over there with them niggas smoking marijuana
Yeah nigga that's how I do
I make bands
Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might
on (hold on)
But you got to be strong
Though the pain almost over
([Timbaland:] My pain almost over)
Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah
.jpg/220px-Cherry_Tree_(EP).jpg "Cherry Tree")
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