Lyrics:
the wind had your back
It's true
It was one for the record books
One for the record books
It was one for the record books
Your high watermark
Now, your
Nor any great parades
To honor me
But there's a Record Book
My name is written in
It was recorded there
When I was born again
No one can blot it
a scrum-half
And I played on the wing
After the game Koos manned the bar
And I’d play guitar and sing
They said you’re going in
The Guinness Book of Records
For
Yeah I changed but I changed for the better
Put me in the record books, I’ll be living forever
I don’t need a degree bitch, I proved to be clever
record books
To show them youngin' how to really cook
Whip up a hit like it's pasta
Tryna eat steak and lobster
Good brain head doctor
And I swear she
We've been selling off our books and records,
instruments our grandparents played
We've been selling off our books and records,
but we're gonna buy
belongings piled in my wardrobe
Stacks of bags, bedding, records, books, and clothes
I could really do without it but tell me so
If you loved me why did you
No struggle here to chase it dreams in the air just wasting
Scroll thru yo timeline just to taste it lil baby
I'm in the record books baby
Go ain't no
I said poor these
I wanna be recorded in the record books (in the record books)
Not a cop, but on verses I do be checking crooks (checking crooks)
the pressure shake you
This chance at the record books
Will you be the hero of this day and take your place like you know you could
You can have it all
You can
record books the history is concrete
Dont get it twisted, you ain't competition
Proposition to school these rappers
I rap to a different standard
sont remplis, les puristes l'ont compris
La finesse, la vitesse, temps record, le Guinness Book
La finesse, la vitesse, temps record, le Guinness Book
left on the good-bye train,
Left you alone 'cause I'm gone
You can have the house, the car, the boat,
My records, books and stereo,
The dog
Tell them call the stations and ask
Them why they hate on us
Took an ouch for his people just
So he can stay in touch
Check the record books
It's better
You can have the house, the car, the boat
My records, books and stereo
The dog and the cat, my ceramic shop out back
My doll collection and my clothes
Three window coupe, you're the toughest machine in town
Got a three window coupe that's short on looks
But she looks real good in the record books
Don't say morning's come
Don't say it's up to me
If I could take twenty five minutes
Out of the record books
Sugar, he brings me Sugar
Bobby's
Don't say morning's come
Don't say it's up to me
If I could take 25 minutes
Out of the record books
Sugar, he bring's me sugar
Bobby's
Books Coming, Records Coming
Sheep's Clothing, Wolves Closing
False Prophets, False Profits
False Promise, False Premise
Books Coming, Records Coming
Don't say morning's come
Don't say it's up to me
If I could take 25 minutes
Out of the record books
Sugar, bring me sugar
Bobby's collecting bees
Your R&B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks
I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray
Angel in the courtroom
Eagle on the ceiling
My baby's sitting front row witnessing my hearing
I tried to burn the record book collection
I
Our goals difference was the best
The quickest to a hundred goals yet
Records fell and record fell
We tore up the record book threw it to hell
All 19
a megahit fit
Don't install the pipe dream, renaissance regime
When you run ragged I pick up the steam
Chart on the record book, what Corey Love took
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