Lyrics:
around, see a cop get blast
Even the girls get stop by tax
Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today
We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks
Drop the CD,
Please take the apple from your eye
We're blinded by desire
Hey, when were you this tall?
Memory serves us not at all
"To understand me, you'll
Chorus:
It's times like these,
The little things
Capture this moment in time
Everyone's asleep
They're dreaming deep
This music it drives me farther
Cool
been my best shot
You're the little girl that rules my world
I know its got to be a hard pill to swallow
But when I see you walk by I get stars in
but I play anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
When I'd start to play folks used to say
"Sounds a little Goofus to me"
I've been thinking about it lately,
Tired of being at home
Waiting as I watch
The world go by
Are you thinking about me too, boy
Or am I
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]
No more time to waste
Let's fly into space
Crossing the universe
I can see the star light
With the speed
I was born, and I was made by the hands of marmalade
I've got legends in my blood; I've got Indians in my veins
And in the year of '44 Grandpaw went
And that little blonde, well she better not get in my way
'Cause I'm on a mission
[Chorus:]
I'm gonna get you back
It won't take long
It'll happen
a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
'Cause I make a little money
Haulin' coal by the ton
When Saturday rolls around
I'm too tired for havin' fun
Everybody does it, that's what everybody says
As they smoke their cigarettes on Friday night
And if you're still a virgin by the time that you're
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
day
With this ring we go our way
For better or worse I take thee wed
By your hand I will be led
Through the years we'll live in bliss
Life will
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
a father
Too many to remember mentally but yo I try
Sometimes I'm blinded by the cataracts up in my eye
Like Little Bo Peep, she standing in the street
money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin
So ya full of every little anecdote
I want to hear ya hit a different note
You're the way I want to rock your boat
Just right, just right
I'm in
were living the high life
Sitting in the luxury's lap
Little did she know she were braving a trap
Cause the thug that she loved was a two-bit thug
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
Sometimes I want to swing by
To check on her, see how her week is going
But you disapprove
Other times I'll call up
He picks up and makes me feel
the cattle are standin' like statues
All the cattle are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown maverick
In uncharted door wells
Necks wrap around necks
Blood vessels burst to make a necklace
I'm pushed into darkness
By a relentless pelvis
Oh how
bury them in deep holes
I'm rewarded highly by my Government
Yes my job I love to do
And I'm doing it for you
Killing for money it ain't a shame
KILL
sleep
But not far the horns of hope were sounding
Raging moving every icy stone
There were their lying bodies
Were now surrounded by ten shy little Gorks
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