Lyrics:
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
record gold
Keep money comin' is somethin' but what's the real earning
I blaze the weed and love it to keep the wheels turnin'
So what's up partner you
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
crazy
Crazy I'm going fucking crazy
Crazy I'm going fucking crazy
I am looser looking for the gold
But in the garden of sound you know the story's
I've been chasing blood
Turned my back on gold
I have chosen black
All for you
'Cause
Father, this is my hell
Created with hate for life
run with nothin but them woofer pushers, sittin on gold things
'drats give you slow brains who look like they on Soul Train
We run thangs, from
the morning
Then make my Velvet Jesus Bed
I want some Holy Trini-Tea Bags
Covenant Candy fish ... and loaves of bread
Gold plated Crown of Thorns Messiah Ring
by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just like Muhammed Ali
They called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I've
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Tastes Just Like Chicken
By Scatterbrain
From "Scamboogery"
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck,
If a woodchuck couldn't chuck wood?
It would chuck
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
We're just walking
You and I
I can see it when I close my eyes
Hand in hand, side by side
Through a European dream tonight
And you never see
(Milian buy the gold plaque)
Bought A F-Type Jag, so my shooter can't lag
I don't mean to boast or brag, but them fifties make me sad
She'll do
mitten im Monetenregen
Trage Goldene Ketten
Gold in der Fresse
Präsentiere meine Drogenexzesse stolz in der Presse
Papparazzi machen Bilder von meinem
would love to call and hang up
when you pick up the phone
but your caller ID would show
I go by V E the R B
A L and that's how
people call me
But really
nature, why they rolling in Tokai
We be going places that your mommy said you mustn’t go
Ouens wearing buffalo’s, earrings made of solid gold
Ghetto eating
by-pass
No fax, chiamerai
Hai in mano le radici del mio sacro bonsai
Vai giù nel terreno
Poi su nel sereno
Nel blu senza freno e
Lassù ci vedremo
Dal
parking the fans love it
Pulling girls from the boys with a man’s budget
Can't cut it cuz we were sharpened by hardship
Raised gutter but came out sparkling
Some people trust in gold and silver
Some people trust in mortal men silver silver
I’ll put my hope in the creator
Cos in his hands I’m just a pen yea
To celebrated
Reality kept saying you're fucked, ambition saved him
Now I'm their favorite
I could have stuck to school but how was it my life i played by your
streets
Playing my music loud
What can I tell you that you don't already know?
All covered in gold, yes you sitting yo on the thrown
You are a goddess,
items
just a warning to you tough guys enough with the lies turning out to be stone cold snitches and spy’s
Get riches get by eating off the pie in
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