Lyrics:
One things for certain, all that glitters ain’t gold
So don’t be swallowed by your fears no matter what you are told
This exercise for the soul,
What I Like
First hand accounts, then bounce on a vibe, I just need music, that make me feel live
straight off the pad, mad mad flavor, what i like,
in my songs make sure they hear me
Most of y'all content my music going fit in
You do your part and for both it's a win win
I shine through the gold
he began promising me things
Not in words, but by doing them
Have you seen an awful din of hellish infamy
Where the very moonlight alive
Where
I got my mojo working the way it should do
So if you stick around it's gonna work with you
People gather round me and fact it for me
Getting into
TAKE OFF THAT FANCY DRESS
Was sittin' on my porch swing.. All dolled up
When Billy stopped by in his pick up truck
He said "Darlin', you
The funk makes me fruity and then I'll move your booty
Someone naughty, naughty and I'm turnin' blue
Somebody party, party and they got a clue
What's that
So this is fucking off by degrees
And I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii
But I can float back to sleep
Cause at least you're lying
Five, four, three, two, one
With music by our side to break the color lines
Let's work together to improve our way of life
Join voices in
How to do it well? 鵜呑みよしな
無加工 show me 出来ない 不可解な言い分オンリー
がしかしそれもカルチャーに昇華 半ば強引
見せ方天晴れ ファンファーレ鳴らせ give me some ガンバレ!
あっと言わせよう Make you fun and more
THE LADY DOWN THE HALL words and music by Annie Dinerman
THE LADY DOWN THE HALL DOESN'T LIKE TO HEAR US FIGHT.
IT'S NOT BECAUSE SHE WANTS HER PEACE
of me
And it's warm in here, here by the fire
And I was about to put some music on
Hello... come into my world...
When I'm alone
I go walking round
at 6 am
I got a tooth full of acid
And bright colorful jacket
Some long hair and a joint
I guess makes me hippie too
At three I took a tab
And oh
place
No more game, I don't play
On the move don't ask me to stay
We Are remembered if we create
Musics were I put my faith
Head up high Ill be okay
Tailgate Trombone Bob
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"
What's that big belled instrument?
That sounds like
Five, four, three, two, one
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Bass bass, bass, bass
With music by our side
To break the color lines
Let's work
see
Be the good girl
You always have to be
Conceal
Don't feel
Put on a show
Make one wrong move
And everyone will know
But it's only for today
of mine
To dance tonight
Yo, Ha Ha The Deluxe Familly Show!
Yo, I'm Indisposed at the minute
So bitch limit your imagery defy Physics
So you can find
give a shit
Left, right, fight-taste the floor
Two, four, move-out the door
Music magazines with fags on the front
They dress like women, their
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