Lyrics:
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
through all the walks of life (Oh, Mammy)
Seen tired days and lonely nights (Oh, Mammy)
And now without you by my side (Oh, Mammy)
I'm lost, and I do,
Look bitch I ball in all Dior
And snatch your ankles hoe
You see I'm guaped up by a thousand
Numbers never low
Play with them bands George Harrison
or so
We'll go for lunch down by the river
We can really talk it through
And being here without you is like I'm waking up to
Only half a blue sky
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue sea
Tell your pa pa-paya
You're comin' home with me . . . yip!
My sweet pa-paya mamma wears a bamboo
MAKE EM BLUE
we make you blue
with the shit that we do
wasn't trying to break through
but did it without you
we make you blue
with the shit that we
Fuck are you on about
Blud, what are you on about
Fuck are you on about
Fuck are you on about
What are you on about?
Blud, what are you on about?
Scott
You can be the boss if you down to work and nobody hiring you
Coz I could be surrounded by fine art and still be admiring you
Just come and march
never made the waitress From the Prince George Hotel
Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
they took his life
So even when it's not their fault
You know they get assaulted
By the boys in blue, it's nothing new
And turn them into culprits
And I
There'll be fruit on the tree
And a shore by the sea
There'll be crumpets and tea without you
Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow Keats will
a time when you've got to slow down
That's what we doing lets go
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin'
at George bush for being a rich son of a bitch
at least he didn't marry twice for money, he was already rich
high school dropouts and graduates you
a lot
Got a lot
Got a lot but I don't
I don't have Harry or George
I don't have them I'm all yours
Hey prince I think I'm alone
You know I look for
Rayshard Brooks
Shit
I'm still fucked up what they did To George Floyd
Protesting peacefully we ain't Even up da score
Hands up they still shoot you like
life you knew exactly what you was doing
When you killed him
And you left his wife with all the children
Kids without their father
Sons without their
get real loose, dance the night away
They told me at the bar "What kinda music you do?
I wanna know right now, can you dance to blues?"
I said "Hey
aftermath//
Sticker on your whip with the Thin Blue Line
If you said you on my side, then, bitch, you lying
You must be out ya mind, like you sip moonshine
When
You drive a baby blue Beamer.
I drive a pick up truck.
I'm a member of the good ol' boys,
you're a member of the country club.
You keep turnin'
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
walked by me
Winked her eye, showed her thigh
She wants to talk to me
I caught your drift, you caught
My sniff, you smelling sweet, boo
And for the fifth
George looks...
He can look forever...
What does he see?
His eyes so dark and shiny...
So careful...
So exact..."
By the blue
Purple yellow red
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