Lyrics:
(God put a song in the heart of an angel and softly she sang it to me)
You know I get to thinking a lotta times about back when I was a boy
The old
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Blistered by the rolling
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
Time: 2:46 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
To the people of all nations all around.
Though they try to school and leave us astray
We have been inspired by jah all the way
Though we been mistreated working
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
You were my angel
What happened to your wings
Girl I need you to fly
Oh you don't want to fly fuck you then
I thought they would be happy
To see me
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
and crash tryna drive and do the shooter job
The type to pull up and scribble something like I'm doodle bob
Fuck a pretty bitch look in her eyes and then I
Tim and Bob
Bobby Valentino
You know how we do
It's another one
I saw you walking
Down on Melrose
You looked like an angel
Straight out
Tim and Bob
Bobby Valentino
You know how we do
It's another one
I saw you walking
Down on Melrose
You looked like an angel
Straight out
*lyrics written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
that my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels open the door for me
From nine Berettas and moving raw to chilling in wine cellars
Sticks
the reasons are
And i still don't know all the reasons why
Life got me passing the seasons by
Fucked up in the face like a fallen angel
Now i just sit back
an angel take my body
Before the doctors have a chance to do an autopsy
Buryin me near bob marley, or even haley salassie
Surround me by his israeli posse
Jokerman
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships
decline, it ain't no Patsy, baby!
Light some sage 'cause your spirit is wrong
How the fuck you don't bob your head while hearing this song?
I bop and weave
passing by today
Krishnamurti, Hare Rama
Aldous Huxley, Meher Baba, I pray
Maybe time is borne on an angel's wing
Maybe love is scorn or a hornet's sting
concrete
So when dy
Talking to me
U knw dy can't compete
I jst wavy dy go
Dem never chi chun chin
No be by who resemble
Na by who raise pikin
Nd i lived in d
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