Lyrics:
to the right
Bop to the left
Bop to the right two times
Now hop, hop
Now hop, hop
Do the Charlie Brown then make yo' legs flop
I said do the Charlie Brown then
play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 hoes like I’m Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe
Merry Christmas
My brothers are the only one's that can beat me at this game
Max and Charlie
Go to bed
I play like I got a fast pass
Surprised that you guys even
and ah, private
parties, things like that, dinners, and … well …
When did you start recording? [spoken words – Moses Asch]
I started recording 1920 ...
and friends.
One day, Max was walking down a busy street and he saw a street juggler performing for a crowd. Max was fascinated by the man's skill and asked him
-800-273-8255
Here's the number for the suicide hotline
Farewell, my friends, it's been Réal complicated
Glad I knew you, sorry for all the banana peels
But farewell,
-800-273-8255
Here's the number for the suicide hotline
Farewell, my friends, it's been Réal complicated
Glad I knew you, sorry for all the banana peels
But farewell,
Time: 2:58 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
yeah
What I find? When I slide
Into your iris
I just die, for the dye you've applied to it
Well done steak on the grill
Toughen up, you banana peel
the bag for the weekend
I'm gone to Los Angeles
Tell em spread out my name like evangelist
Roll by myself just can't deal w abandonment
But I got that stick
sound in honolulu
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian wilson/eugene landy
I was sittin' in a crummy movie with my
Stronger than the muscle
Link with you uh fuck no
Spazz on you i wilson
Like the name was russell
Living is a struggle
Tear drop by the puddle
And connect it like blocks to make up a house,
Simply put I'm just down and I'm out,
Simply put I'm just deep in a cloud,
Surrounded by rain and it's weighing
Time: 8:12 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/lenny waronker
Co-producer: andy paley
Recorded and mixed by mark
yo let me look at my phone what's goin on
And I open up the message its like yo the Broncos just got Russell Wilson
I'm like whaaaaaaat
We back now
motherfucker
It's like I keep sayin', I don't want your succor
See that light, shining bright, bringing up the rear view
Got 1 to 10D sight and a righteous,
Like a lone palm that's watched the world unwind
I got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
"Trinidad Charlie" on a stool next to me
Reading his book
is what I say I mean rap
Not mumble in the jungle like
Bearcat
This here is that get your life Up dap
A nigga need when he going Through the rat map
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
the banter
Before I mash up your body like a monster
I know you want banana but I'm sorry girl I can give you anaconda
Yeah Mr A Lee every single day be it
a pic, Tupelo like this song
Hit it good, it's the za and I'm gone
Sex start with a little Luther
Speed it up with a little Za
Get it off with Charlie
a pilgrim
In the mind I'm on an island like Wilson
People see me drift away
When I never hear all the shit ya say
Why they pissed today 'cause whatever
Raising all the stakes, I'm on the gravy train
Still on my ninja shit, feeling like Liu Kang
Felonious with the lyrics, I'm out committing arsons
I
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
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