Lyrics:
A sacred place for my soul to project and collect
All this knowledge swimming in my head
I'm what you call
A Dream Walker breaking through walls
Each night
a good day,
You've got to do a good day's work.
Chorus 1:
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner,
Nothin's what you get for free.
You've
Billy Joel
Thought the world was mine, couldn't tell me nothing yo
Thinking life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, for real
Had a around the way girl
missin' nothin' holmes
Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
So dog, just know, for real
once owned by the slide projectionist for Cabaret Voltaire (oh yeah…)
they play covers of the songs made famous by the Stress Cows
they play shows
another girl could, she gon' fuck me good"
No sittin' at the table if you bringin' nothin' to it
And I get straight to it like its nothing to it
Yeah, I
bounce like jello
And We spit with patience
Ain't lawyers but we passed the bar examination
We don't live for expectation
ECM ain't nothin' to fuck with
daydreaming)
(Ooh ooh, without my dream, I'm nothin', yeah)
Yeah, for real I gotta stop, making music is just a hobby
Dreaming of me at the top, I am just one
Hell on earth
Yea
Verge of collapse
Men ready for war
Marine corps leaders orders
Break in door, going full bore
Guns waving
Yellin get on the floor
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
Yeah, tell the haters that it's over for em' (you're done)
Ain't a single day go by that I don't perform (none)
Thinkin' I'm gon' die, just forget
we get?
You know darn well!
We have nothin' to put on a clean white suit for
What we need is what there ain't no substitute for...
There is nothin
high as a bee
I can't stand i stand up for myself
'cause I know I'm a man
Can't stand up by myself 'cause
The lean got me dead he don't like alcohol
But
look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
Cootie in the chair
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by
& Produced by Nik Hartfield, Stuart Mookie Sanders,
Scott Berger-Felder
want me because I'm charming
It's Belly for the garments
I'm a Jeremy Scott walker
Niggas told me I couldn't go get
I went and I got it regardless
Bitch
talking if you walk by keep walking
Pay for my time that mortgage
Not splitting the portion
I be on bullshit often
Step back like shoot like Jordan
Now they
(sax, flute, baritone)
BGV: Rebecca Jade
Cover Artist: Scott Johnson
Cover Artist photographer: Kristy Walker
right by your side
You might get taken to the jailhouse and find
You've been arrested for driving while blind
Now just the other night with nothin
got some more in store
When I get to thrown it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but
an' now if we could just find some toads an' go for a good swim, we could have fun all day doin' nothin', just loafin' around in the creek."
We jumped
said lyricist money ain't wavy need to can it, 'cause
I could see the waves in my pool from my hammock
Ice smokin' as I pour that Johnny Walker Blue
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
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