Lyrics:
She was the secret daughter of Marilyn Monroe
You couldn't guess the father if you don't know
Joan Crawford adopted, called her baby Jane
We all
And hope we're not washed away
By deceit or tragedy
And Joan of Arc rules northeast
Where the poor and the hipsters meet
The grid that divides us all
yeah, yeah, yeah (Northside, Northside)
Ayy
Rolling with them animals like Noah's Ark (wah)
Bitch I got the blade like I'm Joan of Arc (yah)
Crazy
Mississippi
But I was walking down Chelsea Bayou
It takes you by surprise the places you find yourself in
One minute you're here
Next minute you're there
I´ve been hangin on threads livin close to the edge
Fumblin and stumblin just by he ledge
Ain´t no use waiting on the roadside
Cause everyone is just
When they see me riding they be breaking they necks
Just to watch me pass by em with the cake and the zest
Well I ain't gon deny it, here's what they
Written by Joan Osborne & Louie Perez
Can you see me rising since your disappearance safe to say
That I've regained myself
Sleeping like a baby
minute of history by far
Star cooled and congealed and the clever beasts had to die
Their best-laid plans often went awry
Every conceivable utterance a lie
Oh hello (hi)
You say goodbye (bye)
Paul McCartney, Yoko Ono by my side (yea)
Now it's Lennon on the mic
That's my vibe, I'm his scribe
Spreadin'
for more
Summer sun and Winter snow
Coldest nigga on the globe
Leave you with a extra coat
Catch that paper by the blow
Different branches like a tree
Bitch I'm popping pills and potions got yo bitch right by my side
Two three bitches in the crib they gon' stay the fuckin night
Got that ice on my
wants a man with greatness, her Dad's the lamest
Yearning to be cherished by a man so she was Brainless
Dating men from different ages, unacceptable,
and listen or become one of my burn victims
[Kimani]
I be the energies of people before they say shit
To peep they fake appearance like Joan River's
up high.
Ever I
Felt close to Mars.
Ever I.
Words by Joan Serra
Music by Marc Serra
like Joan Johnson and Ultra Sheen
White folks say I'm not that black but make jokes about crack
And don't know how black black can be
They say we always
readin' Stephen King, Joan Collins ain't my thing
Whenever I got beef, I give [Name] a ring
I cool with Walter and Lumumba in an Aero Star
Yo Wise,
the smoke cleared you'd find him sitting
By his sweet little Josephine
A man needs a woman to hold his hand
A man needs a woman to understand
A man needs
it, Joan Jett
These tone-deaf clones get blown to
Stonehenge and back again
M80 on the track again packin' 210s
Leave you empty like a juice cleanse
I wanna make a deal with you girl
And get it signed by the heads of state
I wanna make a deal with you girl
Be recognized round the world
It's my
of make believe
Cream of cream of DNA
She went to work on the seventh day
Garden robbed by Adam's rib
Her action started women's lib
The chromosomes
on the walls
Hang in there, Joan
It gets a little lonely
All these empty rooms
Just watching the hours tick by
Elsa? Please, I know you're in there
Slidin' along by the Seine, it's May Day, this song's in my head once again
It's a long way down to the bottom we've been racin'
Coughing my lungs
need the tint
Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah
Run up on me like I'm some hippie, nigga
And die under the knife, Joan Rivers
Ooh,
need the tint
Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah
Run up on me like I'm some hippie, nigga
And die under the knife, Joan Rivers
Ooh,
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