Lyrics:
rockets to fire, and a linguistic flat tyre
And English is now the domain of the loon
Loon loon looooooon
My sweet Mama paints, Dad sings the blues
My kids,
Hoh! Blue site by the lake
Loon's quivering voice
Sing of the aching waves
Longing's tender rejoice
In my soul you engraved
Other side of the coins
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
His heart, a multi-unit foreclosed house
Discipline instilled by his grandmother
Memory, a disappointed child
Clear window-well, a dim basement, lit
chaperoned by his old grandmother
He lived like this til he was ninety two
Always under his grandmother's view
The day of his death she was right there
(Pas
with Google, IMDB, YouTube, Renoir's NANA, and Once Upon A Time by Lagerfeld. I'm left with Grandmother's photo box: Kjell sitting there in ballet shoes.
Was a Cherokee bride
You could find her every evening
Down by the riverside
My own Grandmother
Had a heart of gold
She had eyes like an Angel
My grandmother's house is still there
But it isn't the same
A plain wooden cottage
A patch of brown lawn
And a fence that hangs standing
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
a record with Common Sense
Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, Rock and Roll, the hip-hop that we producin', yea
It's
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
do a record with common sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics
Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
It's
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
to hear some tales of getting shot by police
Or practicing the 5th amendment so I can learn about peace
It really hurts when I hear my influences decide
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
My grandmother's house is still there but it isn't the same
A plain wooden cottage, a patch of brown lawn
And a fence that hangs standing
of books
The balcony next to the moon
Up in the terrace of loons
Or by the couch made of wool
It was the middle of June
It was so late and blue, blue, blue
In the beginning
They said it was as big as a washing machine
With a big blue star on it. Lots of lines, lots of angles
In the beginning that machine
his eye. Yes it was this. One of his eyes
resembled that of a vulture. A pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my
blood ran
weeds and poison ivy
We dance across the living room floor
I'm feeling like the color blue
For sixteen years, i thought i'd never recover
But thankfully,
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
In a painting by Van Gogh
Saw a street covered with black snow
The people move in a nervous stripe
Of blues, red and yellow
Read your letter for
I'm so in love with those pointed blue quills, you see
And that chili dog smell when you stand behind me (So sweet)
I just can't wait till you put
Running by the water at the farm she kept
Ran into the barn, lost your silhouette
I was scared so blue so you knew I needed you
I was scared so blue I loved
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