Lyrics:
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
sticks up and play it again
Every night
Every night
But the experience it isn't the same
Wonder why
I wonder why
I been a gamer since I was a Power Ranger
I've been thinking about the great migration
Noon and night, they leave the flock
And I imagine their destination
Nettle grass, jagged rock
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
Born in the 80s
Raised in the 90s
Skanking out in my Nikes
Old school music in my head
Looking back from A to Z
Eh, let's go back in the day
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
to the burbs so now I'm adapting
(YBH)
Adapt to the game
Ain't no capping on gang
Polo got the heat then I'm bringing the bang
Yo bae spent the night at my fort
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just
cry cause my nights are horrible
But I sit through the pain and I write regardless (I write)
And I gotta give all the glory to God
How is it music if I
[ DJ Ready Red ]
Yo, Johny see and Box, rock it freestyle, one time
[ VERSE 1: Johny see ]
The beat is pumpin, party's jumpin, makes you shakin
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
through the peep hole I'm breaking out the box
Doors locked with the night light off
See the light through the peep hole I gotta take off
Doors locked with
the tale of that bronx shit
Call me sonny, with pounds of money
Bringing raw music, call my style swoosh
Please say mister, when you introduce me
pair of edible round small shape earth chest piece, my head is spinning like they
Rotating like spin, day, night, while too drunk to cover in prunked,
I wasn't even there for me so don't ask you, ok?
This my type of music we talking God shit today
Never mind what's going on Eli, hold on wait
Oh that
In memory of you, dear old pal
(Words and Music by C. E. Snow â?? Hank, The Singing Ranger)G7 see E see see G7 G7 see Gdim G7Everything has gone
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
zoo-music girl
my body is a monster driven insane
my heart is a fish toasted by flames
I kiss the hem of her skirt
we spend our live in a box full
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl
my body is a monster driven insane
my heart is a fish toasted by flames
I kiss the hem of her skirt
we spend our live in
"Mystery after gala night"
It says, "Mystery of sopranos flight"
"Mystified, baffled," Sûreté say
"We are mystified, we suspect foul play"
Bad
zoo-music girl, zoo-music girl
The sound is beautiful! It's perfect!
I call out her name in the night
Zoo-music girl zoo-music girl
I call her by her
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
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