Lyrics:
fought all The Beatles
Mirror mirror on the wall
Oh come on, that's not me at all
Now who's that handsome animal?
I feel so good I feel six feet tall
The Escrow crew - just ran by
the petro man select don't know who the check go to
[Chorus: Royce]
Round here here.. round here, round here
Round here they
Beatles
Que de tus discos de jazz
Si
Fuimos a bailar
El sitio no te convenció
Nada de brindar
Pero aún quedaba lo mejor
Nos marchamos a una
Beatles and Stones
Well it freaks them mama
I'm not doin' what I'm told
Well it freaks them mama
You know I can't be brought and sold
I'm gonna stand
or more
Turn out coffee colored people
By the score
Rabbi and the friars
Bishops and the Gurus
We had the Beatles and the Sun Gods
A long time
they want to make the money
Don't they want to be the Beatles
Things ain't clear, they're just transparent
The trick of the trade is to make them
the Beatle's new record's a gas,
and the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation,
and the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction,
feeling partial when you're gone
Said only if it's minutes, but days gone by
But there's nothing to say, there's nothing left
Because The Beatles seem
for me
The donkeys and the elephants
The Beatles and The Stones
The skinheads and the street punks
Everybody's on their phones
They all thought
of daughters
And we'll find a little place by the water
Worry all our friends back home
I'll do the talking and you'll write the letters
And I'll sing
Life'll be so much better
When Ringo buys a rifle
Tried to keep his head level
Was possessed by the devil
Church is callin' Ringo's mom
Telling her Ringo's
I was staring a hole through CMT
Watchin' everybody else who'd been waitin' for me
I thought by now I'd been a household name
After all I had, if
writer's block
And Beatles songs
And no thought of how
We get along
And kiss a lot
What if she don't
Like you at all
At least you've got
One perfect
regal
I hop in the skrr and peel off in a beatle (grrraaah)
Bitch you know I am too regal
Bitch you know I am so regal yeah (yeah)
Bitch you know I am
Det va eit musikkprogram i Førde Nær radio
Eg snakka om Beatles for det va favorittgruppa mi
Og då tok eg å slengte opp ei låt som eg tenkte kunne
sommarkvällens stillhet
Han spelar en fuga
Tillsist det bästa som han vet en beatles tonar ut
Om kyrkan en gång blir hans hur härligt än då
När poptoner ljuda en
sommarkvällens stillhet han spelar en fuga
Till sist det bästa som han vet en Beatles tonar ut
Om kyrkan en gång blir hans hur härligt ändå
När poptoner ljuda en
The Beatles
Ayy, smokin' on this gas, treat my lungs evil
Balenciaga pants, this bitch think I'm emo
Yeah, I'ma only eat it if it's bald, chemo
Yeah, baby,
they were sold,
They were sold by themselves.
But who really wants to stuff,
A white Kleenex up mу mouth?
Or rush to the toilet and slash their wrists,
I remember house parties in the south side cool cats dancing to drive-bys
Didn't realize at the time that I had nine lives and my beefs were never
straight by the load (Yeah, Huh, Yeah)
Yeah, I'm like a typhoon
Fly like a Eagle, Rock out like 'The Beatles'
This new beam illegal
Just like a Viper, man
Smith
Don't know who that is, but that ain't Jesus
Long brown straight hair looking like the fifth member of the Beatles
Nazi blue eyes looking nothing
to the Beatles
I like this song by Ringo
Now we switch up, homie listen to what's up
Everything I do, turn into a straight dub
I'm just this kid, from a chill,
did it, we did it, you better do it because it's the only way
You have been chosen by few, if you leave this room, then that'd be a big mistake
Bitch
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