Lyrics:
Sometimes it's too much for your head take
When stars don't twinkle as they did like yesterday
Box full matches and I think the last would break
green spark, twinkle shining from my phone
I don't know what I'm searching for, but why not
Wishing on a star, my hands are white hot
Now I've got all
He's an all American boy mama's pride and papa's joy
Paper waddin' all the girls tyin' knots in sister's curls
BB gunnin' passers by with a twinkle
it's warm, and the light
Seems to bring us a magical night
Stars will twinkle themselves on your skin
Pointing me out where kisses should begin
What
baby and I'm hard on you
Little boy I can see in the dark
I can breathe underwater I'ma leave my mark
By the time you find out I'll be down in
the leave
And I knew I couldn't explain I know you won't believe
That your love was little less important than on the streets
I swear to god I felt a spark
Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude
Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools
Sorry are the desolate, the unfree
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
a man who told a lie
With a twinkle in his eye
People came from all around
To stand by his side
People will sell their souls away
For a little false
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
may seem a little underage
But at least I am not underpaid
I'm one of kind here to shock your mind
And I will serve no rhymes before their time
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
looking a little hot
And all your calls will be a little early
Young and Crippen really moving out now
Velocity now reading just sixty-two hundred feet
looking a little hot
And all your calls will be a little early
Young and Crippen really moving out now
Velocity now reading just sixty-two hundred feet
was Bob
He had a nice smile and I liked him a lot
But he was nothing next to you
'cause you're my little star and you shine through
You're my little
you nightmares, can you afford to recollect it
If you can just know them odds stacked
Airplanes ain't shooting stars, you can't B.O.B. that
I found
White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you
decades ago
It all started when my dad died in 2014
You know my mom prayed for me when I was locked up in Austin
(This little light of mine, I’m going
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
Its some shit that I did by myself
All alone and nobody cared
Going up and they can't accept
That nigga gone be a star
When he get on that beat its
to recollect it
If you can just know them odds stacked
Airplanes ain't shooting stars, you can't B.O.B. that
I found out when discussing paper
Some will sell
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he
on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got
You go out to the bar after you get paid
You see the little surfer girl with eyes of jade
Then you see a foxy lady standin' by her side
Pick up
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