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Persistence the key to unlock you
Call them game plan all they good for is a walk through
Hard to talk to no cap baby all true
Say a pray like

into dookie
It's not cool when you talk and all your words are sounding so mushy
Keep those lips zipped you're going to get that brass grip.
To your

Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands

on a Mardi Gras Day
All they could say all night and day ooo bah lea
Tu wey pocky wey

Rebirth band played that tee na na
All on a Mardi Gras Day
Singing

to god knows where
To the playing of the town brass band
To fight for king and country
In a distant, foreign land
They gave their lives at Passchendale

the threat is all that they're seeing; Us vs Them takes on new meaning
And you know how this ends, so don't you dare laugh
Just a tragic anecdote by the next

Bro got that work stashed up in the closet
I'm serving this lean by the Bucket
Hell cat on the scene its a rocket
I keep bands on me
Walk in no id
Hoe

paddy is torture
Kept a straight face I'm
Faced with a dilemma
Read the stranger's letter or put
It in a trash can
I heard a brass band pass by, I can

with me
We've come along to hear you all play
And I know the wide porch is the place to be
'Hi there! I'm so glad you dropped by
Betty replies
We'd love

and the conductor to the brass band
Your heart can’t tell a lie like it used to

And so you want an answer
But their not giving them away
Freedom is overrun with

Ten band loss all because the shit aint wrapped right
I aint even mad I doubled up again just last night
Another foreign car, hear the engine when I

My Brother's a Basehead

De La Soul

De La Soul Is Dead

1991

Throughout high school our minds we'd waste
High off all the cheeba that we could taste
Soon you had converted to nasal sports
Every five minutes cocaine

Cultivated roots grown in basements
Nurtured by 808 hits, and bass riffs
Road to Vegas, fearing and loathing faded
Culminating in my soul escaping,

the band improvised. PETE ROE ON TRUMPET! PLAY IT PETE!!! Words and music, Copyright 2016 by David Gregorio. Guitar and vocals, Dave Gregorio. Drums, bass,

one life to live like YOLO
Pocket fulla blue on this white boy like the Smurfs
Back from the dead man imma call this shit a rebirth
(Yeah) White bag

to the cash
But the folks at the bank only call me by my last

Count it up 
cll these bands in my pocket 
Count it up
Dump it all on the table then
Count it up

to myself
Encircled by lies, they ring like a bell
Bronze, bold, brass, brash they yell
And the starlings laugh as I just sit creating this hell
None of this

that seems to move me fetty fall out of the sky all these loose leafs blue hunnids stuffed in my bamain blue briefs everywhere i go they yelling out

piling bands yea I need some more blue face 

Chasin a check 
Chasin a check 
Until my very last breath 
Aye 
Get in my get way 
Fill you wit lead 
Leave

and gone, a brass band
The second line, I could be headed home
The passers by me, shed a tear after she read the stone
It's a luxury
The story of life is

I've been grinding now all my money blue
Ain't blowing up alone imma do it with the crew
Making hits and making vids you know that's what we do
So

I'm playing this game and I'm one up
In the studio plotting my come up
I fuck with the bands, I slide with the drummers
I stay with some brass like I

She said “wait, wait, wait wait wait wait wait”
I cannot do that baby, cause I got these bands up on the way
I did this by myself, so you can get ya

An ounce of weed
Is all I need
To get me back on my game
And then I will proceed
I can try and try
To enlighten my mind
But some motherfuckers need