Lyrics:
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
chat, let's begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers
for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
One mans trash is another mans treasures
One mans pain is another mans pleasure
One mans curse is another mans blessing
One mans mistake is another
women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Turn up the volume and just hear what I'm saying
You've been hit by the man
Seek and you will find it then
This ain't Iraq but you can tell that its
This shit personal to me, don't call me Paula, call me Drew, bitch
If I caught another charge, you know they'd free me by tomorrow
Why you actin like
Barefoot on the sidewalk
Headphones in to let my mind walk
In my hands I'm carrying in my shoes
And I'm late to Philosophy 203
Won't McTaggart be so
I'm selective bout who I step with
Shout my collective we've got an
Objective to take over
They've gotta respect it
Surrounded by goats
So that
a
Brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Yo man, what about me man?
Yo man, just pass your
the streets were fillin' up and the window was open wide
The gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up
Money keep coming in constant
Buff ting skipping in my way
Babe that bunda is a nonsense
I drew her like Picasso
Now she's chilling with the man them
were fillin' up the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin' you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts
blessed by saints
Never seen another like me your life
Never seen another like me your life
One in ninety nine percent that wanna live trife
Wanna be
on a fat bitch
Real big mistake
My actions always surround my words like parentheses
Niggas soft as hell get in the booth and rap soliloquies
The shoes i
a Boss Fight
This a Boss Fight
I'm on another level
Nigga this is Boss Fight
It's on sight
And if tha coins right
He on ice
Tha boy Tyson get ya man
I thought I was a gambler
Broke ev'ry shark in town
Until I met a rounder
Who called all I put down
We laid the cards on the table
He drew
heart a beat rapid)
(shags man and the gold mine pon a different tip)
Heartbreak suzie playing with my mind
(this is what you call a dance hall
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
off some shit I know that you cant
Change and I know we all the same
Whats the problem with that
Maybe, if we all step in the shoes of the opposite man
[Chorus]
I saw her first in a beggar's game
Her eyes were wild but her laugh was tame.
Those people knew her by another name.
I knew that she'd
my confidence
The closet drew the last knife
Swerving past the lava
Hope I make it to get baptized
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so
I felt another call from the basilica itself
The call of art - the call of man
And the beauty of the material drew me away
And I awoke, and beheld
.jpg/300px-OK_Hotel_Reunion_-_Robin_Holcomb_02_(25477130671).jpg "Robin Holcomb")
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