Lyrics:
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Flashing me them pretty brown eyes
(She can't be my lover)
And though there's green grass on the other side
(She can't be my lover)
All I can say is Hi
(She
right now
'Cause if I was to go to sleep
Catch me dreaming of a way to creep
Trouble always seems to follow me
Oh don't follow me now
Over and over
and fightings. And we did the bed event in amsterdam
and the bag piece in vienna just to give people an
idea, that there's many ways of protest and this is
one
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
running and the washing machine
There's a Lithuanian in the engine
What are you doing here
Cause I want you to be in my life
Why must we fight over
fall too far from the tree
But the acorns roll
One time, a kid walked home
Backpack full of them acorns rolled
Dropping out pockets all the way back
summer's over
Cause there will never be enough days in December
Sometimes I sing White Christmas in September
They don't write 'em like that anymore
They all
Hydro indo (buddha!)
Hah cocoa yo ya ya yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady lady)
cherry cherry, no second guessing
Woah there
We don't want that
We don't want that
She a grell raised with respect
I'm Island boy way over his head
Yeah I
down
And speak about the black and the brown
Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years that the pain still lingers
Over past
into my midnight slumbers.
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and
Repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you
digs
A good place to live
Then create a couple kids, trust me
You’re not abandoning me
‘Cause I will always be your family tree
Sitting by myself,
Yeah, I'm cool but I'm petty as fuck (ah)
I'm the type to beat his ass when he said it's enough
Roll a J, take a puff
Underground but I'm over
obtains the stain, will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only
rolls over everything in sight
Oh, stand by me and protect that tree
From the freeway misery
Who knows how the monster started
To grow that way
Its
say go ad infinitum
So space is impossible, right
Wow, is that cool
I don't know
Maybe what do I think
Maybe time is the same way for an hour to go by
Bonnie Raitt-Trinkets
(Emory Joseph)
When I was a kid
I had a little record
I played it over and over
Each and every day.
Sung by a man
Named Louie
to the front porch a few steps from the end
There my soul was buried just at the thought of her cherry chapstick and dark brown Eyes
The stars light up the sky I
over lakes
I can see all the snakes
Only way to stay free from the greed is to leave
In the belly of the beast generating my chi
Living famine
Who's that over there
I love the way she stops and stares
Who's that over there
I love the way she stops and stares
I said who's that over there, I
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