Lyrics:
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold
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Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
fresher than produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth
I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby, cuz what I
tom-ah-to, baloney, bologna
I use to Fraggle Rock ya, but now I Fraggle stone ya
A loner, I can't swim, I'm lampin' in my hoodie, and I
Get down
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Nowy merch wiózł mój samochód jest w naprawie
Klasa C all black tapicerka krem
Ile dałbym by zapomnieć motor 1.8 L
Fituje flex nie udaje Niemca w
collecting more cream than a toll booth
I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady
I'm the bomb, baby, 'cause what I write is beyond crazy
I'm the Don with
be zen like a motherfucker
Zonin' like a motherfucker
Bars like a motherfucker
Gone like a motherfucker
Smart like a nigga went to Jones like
I'm a sell to anybody in your damn family
Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy
Your right hand man, Randy, understand me
In Antlanta, I got
on waiting
It's high time
You kiss those demons a sweet goodbye
Feed that jones that calls you by your name
Turn your back on love embrace the pain
One
Tom cruising
Work to hard to be losing
So it's back to back raps
Any MF that want it he gonna get it ripped out
Kick feet up on your back
Lick my
There was Robbie Jones
He used to walk so tall
You know he'd hurt no one at all
Chased the girls around the world
Danced them round the dance halls
on a daily how I live it
Every jam that I'm on you know I kill it
The music be like tom tom
And my people lick it
Shout out to the house
Who we got?
Ehison dey
Jacking Tom's Nook to get the green
Better get AC to stop this heat
No Animal Crossing an Assassin's Creed
Raise a White Flag trying to mention me
Do you
I'm just doin' me
I'm killin' these niggas, it ain't even fair
My money growin' long like Tom Brady's hair
In a room full of Favres, I'm the only Tom
Chase got the ball
And he going crazy
Burrow threw a pass
And it looks amazing
Tom Brady hit Evans on the deep ball
Let's go
Playoffs gameover, dog
Where is major tom
Are you facing him
Or further away
Further than you ever hoped to go
Explore for us this space so bewitching
Are you well there
Tom cruising
Work to hard to be losing
So it's back to back raps
cny MF that want it he gonna get it ripped out
Kick feet up on your back
Lick my
(tippin on 4-4s)
They come through
I don't know who
Like Mike Jones I'm a real nigga
I been grubbing, but I'm Slim Thuggin
Pill dealing, I was Lil Flippin
"Rock Steady" like Aretha; it's got heavy
What's that about, cat and mouse, Tom and Jerry?
Commissary get commissioned, the prison no sanctuary
For
Dove se n'è andato Elmer
Che di febbre si lasciò morire
Dov'è Herman bruciato in miniera
Dove sono Bert e Tom
Il primo ucciso in una rissa
the dominant
Your honor this, cut your mic, I'm in control of all of this
Welcome to the 2nd album where we find ourselves surrounded
By some people venomous
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
cut my hair
Use to hustle in park road
l will make in here l will konak road
Playing Gym Jones not Tom Jones
You dumb bought smarts phone
Street story
cars big stars like it's rock and roll
Let's rock and roll
Dip-set, this is Jim Jones man capo status
Santana Killa, the don the album coming March
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
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