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Yoga Tribute to Bruno Mars (Yoga Pop Ups) · Locked Out of Heaven [Multi Tracks Tribute to Bruno Mars] (Remix Kit) · Karaoke: Sings the Hits of Bruno Mars (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lullaby Versions of Bruno Mars (Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star) · Bruno e Marrone: Ac├║stico (Live) (Bruno & Marrone) · Bruno (Number 9) · Suddenly It's Bruno (Jack Brownlow) · A L'Olympia: Bruno Coquatrix (Carla Bruni) · The Return of Bruno (Bruce Willis) · Bruno & Marrone, Vol. 1 (Bruno & Marrone) – and 90 other albums »


Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
Life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads

I
on those
Brooklyn Roads

I can still recall
The smell of cookin' in the hallways
Rubber drying in the doorways
And report cards I was always
Afraid
Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
Life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads

I
worry about her soul

She's somewhere in the city, somewhere in the city
She's somehwere in the city but she might as well be somewhere on Mars
This
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
I did
Bronsolini, it's a crucial calling
Guaranteed you're gonna lose just like the Brooklyn brawler
Mister Wonderful in short-sets, Cortex
Gore-tex the bottom
a length of twine and a working thesis
Still waiting on my come to Jesus moment
In an old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha
Door unlocked,
to on the elevator
I wrapped myself up in it, like a cold beef roast
Fell asleep, was cooked medium
Placed on a dinner room table in Brooklyn
Before an older
my stars! my linda's gone to mars
Well, I wonder if she'd bring me something home.

Something, somewhere, somehow took my linda by the hand
taking off to landing
You could feel your heart expanding
You walked halfway down Manhattan
Till you met the Brooklyn Bridge

And in a two A.M
Bruno Mars is still sucking dick and fucking male butts
In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from
Um, I suck? Where the fuckin' Ring Pops?
We are not the same, I am a martian

A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my future's brighter than Christopher's new haircut
Bruno Mars is still
right by this man 
But Kweli said, "Stop the car, beause that brotha, might be in trouble"
And I stopped the car
Kweli said to the man, he said
ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my future's brighter than Christopher's new haircut
Bruno mars is still sucking dick and fucking male butts
In the same
they took a left in Ebbets Field in Brooklyn 
When the Dodgers played a baseball game
Heard all the screaming
Said we must be dreaming 'cause this
is not the sweetness in your eyes
Just sit down
Please
Sit down
Here
At the table and we'll talk
Somewhere televisions light up in the night

I
Mars
    Parachute Lyrics
    by Ja Rule
    Get High Lyrics
    by Akon
    Bon Bon (remix) Lyrics
    by Pitbull
    Like A Girl In Love Lyrics
my weight around like sumo
You know I hold my lady down, that you do know
You know disrespecting mine'll be a funeral
Bruno Magli's on the patio in
the belly of the Cosmos

a fossilized finger
Somewhere in a hanger


Stored by the government, hidden from the press

some young top gun s first solo

turned
Put me in a rocketship and send me straight to mars I'll bring you back a pocket full of stars shoot me through the ozone layer somewhere off
(guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Maureen got married to a sanitation worker
She's livin' out in brooklyn with her mother in law
And when her old man's sleepin'
Maureen comes
like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices
like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices
poppin' pills somewhere on the other side of Brooklyn

So this is me in front of the class naked
This reoccurring nightmare never ending
So I'm saying