Lyrics:
Pop music is not just about selling
records and cover every magazine
There're so many things
First you need the dream
Now put your leather
Pop music is not just about selling
records and cover every magazine
There're so many things
First you need the dream
Now put your leather
Pop music is not just about selling
records and cover every magazine
There're so many things
First you need the dream
Now put your leather
It was march 31st 2007
Spent the day taking pictures for my next record cover
In Lorena TX where i'd been staying
My ex wife Wanda tagged along
She
a
Snake, and also about
A woman's ex-boyfriends
And the video is just one
Big slumber party you
Can release a record cover
Into the atmosphere that
Makes all
My Career
Some record covers and a myth was all I ever wanted for my career
To wear a wig and glasses, a disguise was all I wanted for my career
the money section.
Looking like a a record cover from 1971.
And here am I warm feet and a limo waiting.
Shall I make us both feel good?
And would
from bashful to asshole to international lover-self
Word to the mother on my last record cover, it's felt
Now deal with it
I wanna get into it
Let's do
from bashful to asshole to international
Lover-self, word to the mother on my last record cover it's felt
Now deal wit it
Chorus: Bilal
I wanna get
blasts
Prepare yourself
When the flow of the explosion hits
We'll crack the walls, shatter all the bricks
Take cover or hit record 'n' think of the 4 'n'
a record by its cover
'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable
There's always more behind the title
One man's enemy's another man's brother
One man's
of paper
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him that he had a sense
Of color and composition so magnificent
the flowers
Will someone record some covers?
I wish, was your reply
Oh, can I? Oh, can I?
I wish, I was the flowers
Make these songs on my off hours
I wish
a feeling that they've banned
Our last stand goes, hallelujah, love lost
I've got an empty wallet and a record cover
The stage, hot and worn like
The cat is with me when I close the door
The night when I had some ideas for my new record cover
So I wanted to shoot you as usual
You in front
Do a show in yr yellow eyeshade
Record cover with yr silver face paint on
Cmon its never too late
Colour application
Hit the streets with a bright
But that didn't matter 'cause his daddy bailed him out.
DUI, that is. Criminal record. Cover-up.
Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes
Back, when record covers told a story
Back when news wasn't gory every time they covered stories
When Blues wasn't boring and the stories that they told
All wickedness is the devil's work
So how can you be so supportive
And praise him in your lyrics?
Put him on your record covers?
Hitler - did
Kind of Special
Jerry saw his face on a record cover
He was the prettiest, his heart was free
He thought to himself he looks quite familiar
but how
hole)
Pulling it apart
Hallelujah, love lost
Hallelujah, love lost
Hallelujah, love lost
I've got an empty wallet and a record cover
The stage hot
to your shoes
I'm picking apples out of paintings
And making record covers in the sky
I missed my boat sitting here imagining
Your face when you cry
this demon off my back and break me free of all these memories
Kinda hard to do so when it's staring right in front me
On the record covers and on all
On all of our t-shirts and record covers
Follow your leaders, come all true believers
We're frat boys with sillier haircuts
Fall into line like you do all
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