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Albums:

Mud on the Tires (Brad Paisley) · Changin' Tires on the Road to Ruin (Superdrag) · Tin Cans and Car Tires (moe.) · No Doy/Tin Cans and Car Tires (moe.) · Changin' Tires on the Road to Ruin [Bonus Track] (Superdrag) · Snow Tires (Unbunny) · Mud on the Tires (Brad Paisley) · Mud On the Tires/5th Gear (Brad Paisley) · Edu & Tom/Tom & Edu (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) – and 90 other albums »


Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
tries to find the strength
To carry on a while 
Well
Two days ago
She wrote away
To a mail order guru
Her postal sage 
Who promised answers 
By
soul brother same color chocolate tye is
Roll hard, got traction like tires
Let's have a contest, who get the highest?
Us, Roc-A-Bloc, servin kids
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
Living in circles like we're dreaming

Here's Capt'n Tom, he's with the CIA
He keeps us safe and sound from foreign enemy
He sells them guns and bombs
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
she'd pass for 17
Too pretty to be working such a lousy job
Beauty queen smile, hair cut in a bob

Sidney Wells' rig came weaving down the road
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
always move
Till you get the bob wire
Ever common law gets a flat tire

What kind a power we got
Soul power 
Soul power 
Soul power 
Soul power
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
reach
And so we shake, bob and weave
Tryin to get some room to breathe

Room to breathe!
Try to get some room to breathe
Room to breathe!
All we want is
win the Cy Young 
For throwing raps more harder than pitches by Nolan Ryan 
Right down the center I enter like The Dragon 
With fire in my eyes watch
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
bossin' it don't matter what it's costing
Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe
While I ride by, players chucking deuces back
Bobs holl'in out "hi"
please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my fuckin dick
Definitely set-trippin,
words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out
eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By
93'Zoo écusson, héritage des rues sombres
Dans la cave un uzi bébé m'fais surtout pas d'suçons
Possédé par Biggie, Bob Marley, Alain Souchon
ber-tom, tu sais comment on s'distrait
Oui le Diable est discret, introduit nos systèmes
Nerveux et on s'y fait, Lucifer est si fièr
Shit, coke et misère,