Lyrics:
All aboard pull the oar and row
All aboard to the poles we go
All aboard take the oar and row
Climb aboard for the gale will blow
All aboard
(Row, row, row)
(Row, row, row)
(Row, row, row, row)
The ships await us by the Birka quay
All prepared with sixty oars
They will carry us
I've got a hundred DVDs in the TV stand
I don't which one to choose tonight
I bought a hundred CDs of my favorite bands
I'll be stocking by
CBD put it in like DVD
Tony Soprano, I'm boutta end on a high note like
Tony Soprano, I'm boutta end on a high note
You know the motto, sip Modulo by
Waves crash down on me
Storms storming my seas
Breaking sales
And ripping apart this ship till nothing's left
Ropes tied to oars of SAFTEY vessels
the lighthouse in the end
So long old pal, don't you worry about me
See you when I lay down my oars and hang up my pole
And walk by the memory of a man in chains
Yodą nie dodam ci mocy
Chociaż w klubach patrzą na mnie jakbym opylał prochy
Wszystko by chcieli zaraz wszystko by chcieli naraz
Dziwko to przemysł
Feel the force when we come across (we raw)
Hit record and we’re breaking jaws (of course)
With lyrical allure for sure, flowing steady like an oar
I've got empty pockets so I can't even play the game
Missed my turn and that's a shame
Keep talking I can listen all day
You've got DVD's and double
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
Then you're proved, that is's a dumb thing
You're telling a drowning man, not to grab for straws
I'm a kid in a rowboat, who's lost his oars..
Going
dziwięćset jedenastki ci otworzę drzwi
Chciałbym być G tak jak czarno biały film
Mam to na taśmie nie w jebanym DVD
Kręci się szpula
Przy tym ziomal kręci
now getting flocked to by these woman
The type to take me home and Topple they traditions
Her white family was hoping she would stay away from niggas
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Sing him to the shore
By day their oars became their mantra, at night they camped along the way
Shared music round the fire with folks from Wales
can make
On a lake in the park
It's an ocean of devotion
A floating dream for two . . .
Oh, I keep hopin' that
The oars will stray
So we could
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jonesy had a cute little boat
And all the girlies
He would take for a float
He had girlies on the shore
Sweet little peaches by
"And now for something completely different"
Hey!, Fuck you we crush crews the oar way
I'm, Sicker then using period blood for war paint
Fans
At lunchbreak we were fighting on the phone
This evening i bought back dvds
But im alone with the tv
Verse 1:
First thing this morning your head was on my chest
To nie historie nim miasto zgaśnie
To historie gdy Łódź się budzi nad ranem
Wyczytasz w oczach historie zapisane
Refleksy jak z DVD obrazy zgrane
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