Lyrics:
Not gonna buy no food
Not gonna give piano lessons
Not gonna buy no food
Not gonna give piano lessons
Not gonna buy no food
Not gonna give piano
The neighborhood was changing.
They say it was going down.
They were putting up new houses east of town.
Now, Mrs. Ernst gave piano lessons Sunday
You better go join the campfire girls
Take a few piano lessons
Buy a little doll to have for your best friend
Do all the things that little girls
peace of mind at piano lesson time
Hides my pencil chews my book and then he acts surprised
Don't be fooled by the way he look he might be small in size
Breaking off inside me
Is a thin narrow bone of contention
Called a poet
A star or a Baltimore oriole
Gummed-sticker from a good piano lesson
We are having piano lessons
Practice your piano
Practice makes perfect
They are marching past the window
They are marching down your street
They have
Walk on this land, walk on with me
Walk on with me
And walk this lovely land with me
I know I know I can’t be bought
No piano lessons, the world
"Hello, Johnny"
"Hello, Ms. Forte!"
"Are you ready for another piano lesson?"
"Yeah, I sure am!"
"And you brought your book, right?"
"Yeah"
"Okay, let's get
I took piano lessons for five years
But none of it really stick
The way it was geared too
Oooooaaaugh
Can't focus long enough to write this verse
though it's really quite funny
Too much month and too little money
No piano lessons for you
Another profession for you
Yes, I know it's a weakness
I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out there
I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out there
unholy salvos
Like a German Messerschmitt
And they cussed horseflies, homework
Taliban and Barney
Piano lessons, etiquette sessions
Wakin' up too early
the prince of Nigeria
Well, he sure sounded legit
My sister used to take piano lessons
From the second cousin of Ralph Nader
Last year I threw up in
books underneath it. That piano was like my home. I did as much as I could with that piano because my parents never got me lessons. It was one thing
the prince of Nigeria
Well, he sure sounded legit
My sister used to take piano lessons
From the second cousin of Ralph Nader
Last year I threw up in
Almost
And my sister Rose had to take piano lessons
And I kept saying to them, "please let me play the piano
She can play the violin
I don't want
a mess
Message after message, pretty clear just check your texts
I still know niggas with kis that's givin' out piano lessons
Said that's some shit you
first piano lesson
A 4-leaf contraceptive, we play a game of
(Paper, Scissors, Rock)
A sweaty palm reading, a lucky shot of whiskey
Now come
but she didn't have time
She had a 5-year-old to feed
She had ballet class, piano lessons,
And t-ball little league
She could've laid awake for
CHORUS:
You better go join the Campfire Girls
Take a few piano lessons
Buy a little doll to have for your best friend
Do all the things that
possessions
Never took piano lessons
But baby you're a grand
And I will learn to play the good notes
And tune you up the best I can
And I just might say it
the room. And faintly, hauntingly, somewhere on the edge of all the others, I smelt the surviving dust of 1978.
It was a dust of forgotten piano lessons
the reppin', North Atlanta legend
No piano lessons, I know how to push a key
Wasn't on the Freshmen cover
Guess that XXL wasn't thinking I was good enough
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