Lyrics:
on amphetamines
I say
I say
Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
Laat die klokke lui
Want die tyd is reeds verby
En daar’s iets in jou hartklop
Wat dit stilmaak in my
En wat sê jy moet lê in my arms
Bly by my
Laat die
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
sal en jy maak my mal want by jou voel ek geluk
Voor jy weet dat dit gebeur het, en voor jy kyk is dit reeds verby
Kom dit oor jou pad sal dit jou
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
Said I'm doin' fine and you know the vibe
Said you know who I be R Double E-D
What you know about Reed let's go
I'm feelin' like my time is
Yeah, uh-huh, aye
Light up a J and the taste is so incredible
Bitch, use your mouth for some good and put it on my genitals
She like it rough
blik die bly my heeldag by
Ag dat die noodlot dit nou tog moes toelaat
Ek kon tog nimmer hierteen stry
Ja al my vrede mis reeds lank as skerwe
Selfs sy
Performed by Jimmy Buffett, The Great Gonzo, and Rizzo The Rat
From Kermit UnPigged - Jim Henson Records BMG Kidz.
(Talking)
Rizzo: Hey Look Gonzo,
reeds betaal
Elke knie sal buig en elke tong sal bely
As Jesus vir jou en my kom haal
Daar’s ‘n ewigheid wat wag
En die prys is reeds betaal
Elke knie
jou vou wil ek jou altyd by my hou
My hart draai sirkels om jou drome waar kan my liefde bly?
Jy sê my is dit reeds te laat om drome te gaan kry?
En ek
hart lê steeds by my
Maar ek het nie wat hy het nie
En by hom sal ek jou kry
Ek onthou jou nog soos gister
Maar dis alles verbrande as
En ek kyk net hoe
vyfde straat
Het ek so gewens om aan jou te raak
Maar daai draad
Sê dis reeds te laat
Jy sê jou liefde's nie te koop nie
En jou hart lê steeds by my
Breaking off a piece of me, yeah
Then I send it off to Ben and Reed, yeah
Mix it down and make it clean, yeah
Pussy rappers they can take a seat
Tryna get me
20 thousand dollar what the lick reed
He don't want no problem
Make him wispy
He ain't talking collard
But we get green
If you hit my
sir
I'm sharp and up to date. Jimmy Reed, Vice President,
Little Johnny Taylor, Secretary of State.
I got the foreign policy numbers 444,
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
Oh I can't go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips
I can't go back to the river
But it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood
Trying to make up my own mind
Got my own direction to find!
Yeah, I know jimmy's cool and everyone at school
Usually does what jimmy does, without thinking
Reed, what you smoking on? Gas
Pink Runtz having real flavor
I ain't never going to look back
No small talk, no cash
With my dogs like playing fetch
Lot
& the bitch came 4 times
I was drunk bitch you thought I was feelin you
Long live my my nigga Tha General
Niggas know Jimmy a general
Niggas sneak diss and say
When I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and reed in
Jy kan by die agterdeur staan ek maak net al die ruite toe
Daai skelm glimlag ek wil jou net uit daai rok uit soen
Alles van my weerkaats in jou oë
Jy kan by die agterdeur staan ek maak net al die ruite toe
Daai skelm glimlag ek wil jou net uit daai rok uit soen
Alles van my weerkaats in jou oë
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