Lyrics:
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
for
That apple pie that’s in the Sky is what I’m looking for
“I’m sorry sir, but we don’t sell none of that
How I wish I was a witch, but I can’t spell
This gravestone is peaceful and quiet
She pulls up a chair and sits right by it
The air around is gentle and warm
The rose colored wreath is
looking in
Now, I lie by myself all abandoned and forgotten
She's not around anymore
I'll stay off the apples, every other is rotten
Don't know what
not to bruise it
Buy time, don't lose it
The reflex is a lonely child, who's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in
not to bruise it
Buy time, don't lose it
The reflex is a lonely child, who's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in
a lonely child
Who's waiting by the park
The reflex is a door to finding
Treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover
Isn't that bizarre
Every
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
a nigga is like 400 miles away
This is child's play
The world is my playground, always remember you gotta smile today
Believe in miracles you see I'm
it be
Apple of my eye
Wouldn't mind
I mean I should make her mine
I was due for some good news
But you caught me by surprise
Wouldn't Mind
We finding
other than your eyes
Media act like it's all black and white
Blue and white whip I'ma cop a new ride
Jemima was laughin' and callin' me child
I think
You've not been a child for some time
If any hand needs holding, it's going to be mine
So quickly the time has gone by
The milestones whizz past you
this
Trip with all my friends
Look again and they gone (and they gone)
That's the cost (that's the cost)
All I know is that I'm
Surrounded by all this
[Woman]
What the world needs is true expression
From the soul and the heart
What the world needs is you and me
What the world needs is the universe
over nonsense
When it makes no sense, I'm throwin' up the fence
Now ask yourself cool
What good is the hood if ya actin' a fool?
So whatcha gone do
[Mr. Funkee]
The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of Roton.
Lords of the Underground witness the brith of the funky child,
Doitall,
here on the bridge
But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done
Yelawolf,
the coffee is strong
I brushed my teeth git dressed time to get gone
My ride's kinda shiny and it's full of gas
My favorite song came on and I made it blast
hands on ya
Feeling is believing I just wanna put my hands on ya
Girl drop it for a real nigga pop it likes its hot
Drop and pop that apple bottom like
we're exposed to -
That's why knowledge becomes a bomb -
A fact becomes a threat -
A Right becomes a wrong -
Any nuance in an argument or insult is gone -
back people, you've been gone a while
And the war is raging, in the Emerald Isle
That's flesh and blood man, that's flesh and blood
All the girls are
Our tradition you couldn't sustain
Why Oh Why? did you put them through pain?
The Queen is now gone and we all laugh
She took some children away they
to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece-a apple pie, you know it don't seem right"
"I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw
home
For my sins I atone and even though the flesh is gone
The love and the spirit lives on
Come on
This is love in the lyrical form
When you hear it in
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