Lyrics:
the memo
Imma get this bag
you can sit and watch a demo
Late nights working
you would think I’m Mr. Leno
And now they wanna
And if you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying,
Go talk to Anna Hand.
Go start the multiplyin'
Owwww
Blah!
Red
Green is like
But I'm not Mr brightside
I don't deserve a spotlight
I'm dreaming on a red-eye
As reality seems to fly by
I miss texting my best friends
But my
are trimming the tree
They're all just so pleased
To not be imprisoned
Granny and Grandpa start to slumber
Bierce and Baldi dance a number
Mr x,
I'm so paranoid
Oh boy
I'm so paranoid
I'm noid
Paranoid
Oh boy
I'm so paranoid
I'm noid
Wake up in the morn
Aye Mr Wilson
Hope you got my bag
I
Madam Mrs
20 to 19' reminiscin'
Viral infected mass population
Memories the latter I tend to keep my distance
New trends and new cliques
Data stolen
Oh, wonderful morning, isn't it
Huh, I see Mr. Green is having a garage sale
Golly, let's go check it out
Good morning, Billy
Good morning, Mr
Hey man what r u really into huh?
the elusive butterfly has just tiptoed by my door
my buddy likes the yankies
shesaid hey tibone wots the score
i
a killer
I could tell by your bloody guitar
You like to stab it into everything
Then pull it out when it gets too hard
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Mr. Fun
And if you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying,
Go talk to Anna Hand.
Go start the multiplyin'
Owwww
Blah!
Red
Green is like
Fuck it, H-A-T-E- M-E do that
Your whispers don't reach me, I'm somewhere getting blew back
I'm probably in a blue lac, or maybe in a red jag,
just now, skimming through 'Rogue
Herries' by Horace Walpole
When suddenly I came over all peckish
Wensleydale: Peckish, sir?
Mousebender: Esurient
Mrs. Hannah seemed old back when I was a child
We lived in her house by the railroad tracks
My father would take me along with the rent cheque
For
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paintn' his face
Wha, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was
bitch nigga like Mr. Clean
I turned death to an option, plus pick a beam
Red, blue, no yellow, nigga, we got green
When I'm gone, don't look up to me
Pray
you now?
Will good over come evil the way that you tell?
Oh! Mr. Disney where have you gone?
Mickey's being threatened by a neutron bomb
Oh! Mr. Disney
And if you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying,
Go talk to Anna Hand.
Go start the multiplyin'
Owwww
Blah!
Red
Green is like
I ain't no number
I don't need no ID round my neck
So Mr Politician
I got born and named like blood runs red
Cause I I ain't no number
Don't
a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him
You can't
guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn,
a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him
You can't
“the man”
After a quick
Enchanté
My name don't forget
Drink after drink
Mr man and i
Were cheek to cheek
Under a voluble sky
Mr man by my side
Today i
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
To empty the sled before daybreak arrives
Then back north we'll drive
With a new year ahead got a new lease on life
Mrs. Claus, I'll be over by five
Mrs
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