Lyrics:
All I got [paper],
All I got [paper],
A beating heart
[My beating heart]
[Jim Jones]
J, I double M niggers think they double
hard I double them
that's out the jurisdiction (on my business!)
Ma I gotta eat I don't know your religion
I got child support, I can't adore the bitching (i can't take it)
Mercuriale.
The bells of the Duomo — the Cathedral of Santa Croce — cascade across the center of Forlì and beyond, echoed by bells of outlying churches
Wolverine the way I healed through
All my growin' pains
I know niggas who got it worse
That's why I don't complain
Creampie, you gotta see the shit I
Jones
She look like Jim
By my side I feel like him
Brand new wig she feel like Kim
She want some skims
I want some rims
Brand new butt she got new limbs
the greatest of all time into mine
So I'm nice, I've got a brawler's heart with a boxer's mind
When I fight it's a thing of beauty this is my place
And even if
on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go, yeah
I can’t think about Monday, yeah
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Every year that passes by
I seem to have less time
mine, you're mine
You got it (You got it)
You're mine (You're mine)
La-La-La
La-La
You and me
Seein' eye to eye
We don't disagree
Blinded by the glow
somethings going to blow
And watch where you go
I'm the drinking Jim Crow
Ah, Did you know it a traditional game
Ah, and we market it as a (and got out
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
When when e burst
Odogo odogo Jim Jim
Gan gan
They have never met a rockstar I just took of in a fast
Swing on me and you go mis twice
Tell my oges we
So that's it, I got out of bed and took a bath
And got ready to go to the studio
And I got Kevin's reply by email
I called him up and asked if he
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
through these low times
Who saw my potential, saw me as special
Walked by my side when I
Couldn't even hold mine
Now that it's showtime, time
To strike gold
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
I need a refill….To take me back in time
When I was yours and baby you were mine
I deal with the pain still
My gut was always right
Lord knows I
street, we fucking own it
Our backyard is a battlefield, fueled by K9 hate
If I see another land mine, I'll forget to close the gate
In charge like
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
BETTER TO ME, TODAY…
“FILL HER UP” BY MY BOYFRIEND JIM’S PLACE
THEN I GUESS
I’LL HAVE TO LET HIM KNOW “I’M ON MY WAY”…
PULLIN’ UP STAKES
PACKIN’ UP MY
Had no prospects
But look what I've become
So much of this small talk
Got me feeling numb
All your playlists, let me in them
The white side of me
just
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
hypnotized by this pimp's poem
What I got here is mine, go and get your own
I put beats to rhymes, get peace of mind
OZ's to dimes and this weed iz mine
This
took a few Ls, won a few dubs
What a wonderful world (uh), it's no wonder we thugs
Mmp, bottle empty (bah), I got means, I got plenty (bah)
I got lean
me to open up and tell my story
But I got all my friends
Mary, Jack, Jim & You
A fired burned out
A heart turned black
With you in my arms
And a knife
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