Lyrics:
culture is
Primitive and very bloody
We should get rid of it
Cos it will save nobody
We should rather believe in
Jesus and his bloody
Holy grail in a black
failure, he was 90 when death came
Tom Jefferson, likely that prostate cancer was to blame
James Madison, it was his heart that stopped at 85
James Monroe,
Beautiful dreamer, you are like magic to me
'Cause you share all your love
And your life and your love is so fine in my life
It's just what I've
no one ever knew
James never thought about girls
He only thought about cars
Never went to the drive in
Or worried about singles bars
So it was
names?
Tell me: what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
It was there in the dark of that uncertain night
That we watched
Mr. Clean
No chains on but I'm Mr. T
Money counter go beep
Money counter go beep
Shawty you fit just right with me
It's dark outside, so enlighten me
away
Don’t mind my eyes they’re swathed in silk
Bathed in golden lakes.
Caligraphy: ink drips it stains it black
I fold these pages intricacies
And pray
start as beginners
Driven from my visions
Til I feel it my center, ooh
I'm a man or a woman in the arena, ooh
Changed my reality started out as a dreamer
up and up up, a king full of
Virgin kiss me and
Spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of
Robes-sutures Harry and
Pig meat,
the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight
on the totem, I'm shogun
All my rhythms are woven
And all my writtens are slogans
And if I wrote it, they quote it
It's God's Sahn, I have spoken
Me and KB, we
gonna do some crimes
Police gonna get me well they are pigs
I'm gonna do a nice gig
Well my name is not james
But I am in flames
My name is tannor and I
going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that, "Only The Good Die Young"
step
Might land you inside a grave
Pushing daisies to space
Oo
In this Life of a Dreamer
In this Life of a Dreamer
In this Life of a Dreamer
It's always
gonna ride the Conch Train, boys,
And be like Jesse James.
Gonna be like Jesse James, boy...
Gonna be like Jesse James.
Case you didn't hear me the first
at his feet make that boy do the shuffle
No bite in your bark, all you niggas need muzzles
Harry sent me the open 10 minutes it's done
Yea glamour
to your ears and turn your frown upside down
Grew up with lions and bears, so the zoo ain't nothing new to me
Could put it to you pugily or put you in
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
Bitch I'm Rick James classy women get to stripping
The minute I get up in it Mr. Ricky now a Ginuea uh
You
Helped us win in World War Two
W:Harry Truman, weird little human
Serves two terms and when he's done
Y:It's Eisenhower who's got the power
From
But by now you know it's true
Guess I like sinners better than fascists
And I guess that makes me a dreamer too
In the year of 1945, you saw
I'm elite, got a PhD cuz I'm a doctor
I'm a magician in the street, good with that stick like Harry Potter
You can throw me any beat and you know that
windy
Back wash palaver
paralarle paralleling
parle pe Saviour
A troblesome spirit
hanging here cant make it
in the void The sea'll
only drown me
questium most frequently posed by members of yo' species! I'll jes' gets de mammys t'hep me relucidate dis bafflin' concept wit another thrillin' numbuh!
me the dreamer, but that's where I belong
But looking back on it you'll see I'm not the only one
I'm still the dreamer, floating with my head in
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