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Sun, Sun, Sun (The Elected) · Sun, Sun, Sun (The Elected) · Trendy Eastern: Singapore (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Minor Swing/Eastern City Lights (Belleruche) · Live Thursday June 24, 1993 10pm Eastern (Frank Black) · Eastern Sunrise (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Country & Eastern (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Eastern Ukraine Front (Eastern Ukraine Front) · Eastern Conference, Vol. 2 (The High & Mighty) · Desire [Eastern European Version] (Schiller) – and 90 other albums »


This song was first released on the Back Home Again album. It is the only album it has been released on.

You can do whatever you want to do
Wherever
But your albums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm)

(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L
us
So you better get ready to lose. 
When that eastern sun's got us 3 to 1, I'm home, already.

I'm sorry just sounds empty but the thought should
Ride the silver eagle out of JFK
Up the eastern seaboard destination Portland Maine
When we saw the people at the concert hall
The seats were for
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
why, sometimes I wonder why 
I wanna shine just like the summertime 
They say them folk gave him a heap of time 

Now I'm being followed by some
the Maybach Benz
Fly this then sanaa lathan
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo

In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
How can you introduce you to your maker ?
why, sometimes I wonder why 
I wanna shine just like the summertime 
They say them folk gave him a heap of time 

Now I'm being followed by some
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
to be humble
When I do the breaststroke through an underground tunnel
And come up on the other side in a Jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with
me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love

To live and die in L.A.
Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for
Michael Jackson Cover

Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Rap Lyrics by Bill Bottrell.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Bill Bottrell.


Aaow
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope 
Words to cancer smoke your antidote 
Give me the remote turn them off 
I'll let my album melt your ass
they bails 
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales 
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label 
'cause them rednecks up in
they bails 
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales 
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label 
Cause them rednecks up in
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
a jacuzzi 
Being greeted by two naked models with suds on thay booties. 
They give me hugs and lots of kisses 
And they ask me what my wish is I say 
"Go
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown  (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
Holding the flower, being the star

You left so young
Tu es douceur
I am alone
L'amour see'est toi
But here you'll stay
Ma vie see'est toi
Not near,
love to confusion you keep getting but you keep los' sun
So what ya find comforting you've proven, booz 'on, heart bruis' on 
I'm the one, from
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfucking Westside,
L.A.X niggas, yeah

Y'all know who the fuck I am

I'm free as a motherfucking bird I swear,