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because I'm so turned on by doing one that it's hard to do, it's hard to stop after one to tell you the
truth, because it just makes you wanna do more.
Beck: "I can't believe what
We've seen outside you
And me watching the jets go by"
I'm being watched for the wrong reasons
All scheming they say
the moonlight till the dawn
Against the never-ending storm
Hear them calling Arthurs' name
Tribes of England reunite
March together side by side
For the Queen
I found this picture the other day
It was so amazing I hung it up
My friends said "That's by the girl next door
She doesn't think she's very good
But God in all his wisdom
Busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then
But I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered
summer soul days
I think I'll take my baby for a ride down the back road
Out in the country where the summer winds blow
Over by the river there's
Would you like to learn to dance? Well, I can show you how
Gotta book here, all you need to know
We can draw the Arthur Murray patterns
Right here
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
Fine by me
Boy that's fine by me
I got oceans full of peace
I'm unbothered if you leave
You don't like my skin
That don't change my melodies
Imma
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute
Wanna be by myself
I just wanna be by myself
And do my own, all alone
I just wanna be by myself
I just wanna be by myself
And do my own, all alone
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
just like a zebra
That soft white and bowls of reefer
Thinkin' like Arthur Blanks
In a Hanes wife beater
Remember one time gramma walked in my room
Like,
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
the world once more starts making sense
I'll unwind for a change, really? That'd be strange
Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?
In a shack by the sea, I'll sit
the hood I'm a king, King Arthur to the people
Except he got his on a Chariot, I got mine in a Regal (yeah)
Sportcars, Italian leather, Princess Cut, with
worried
Is she married or not?
Then call Arthur Schlesinger
No, no, send a messenger
With the saddest news of the bunch
Tell Lady Bird I'll be late for
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
soprano)
Ike willis (vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (keyboards, bass, micro bass, rhythm guitar)
Ed
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies,
"I dream of Ballerinas and I don't know why
But I
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