Lyrics:
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
I woke up and it's Sunday
The weather has got me deep in my feelings
And I don't know what to do
It's early on a Sunday
It's raining and I love
Pimped out in my ride on Sunday
Cool side, eighty five on a Sunday
Don't wanna drive on I-Five on a Sunday
Pimped out in my ride on Sunday
Cool side,
Sunday
Music and Lyrics by Tita Farrar
Work for hire Production: Robert White
Mixing and mastering with additional programing: Mike Parlett
Verse 1:
Listen up it's why I'm here,
If not your cat will disappear,
No, no, no, no don't get up,
I just dropped by to see what's up and say.
the big lie
Did I ever tell you what happened before?
I was followed by the vision of my god
Did I ever tell you what happened before?
I was hiding in
Christ, you’re controlled by the state
You’re talking rhetoric and noise
And Never no joy
Misery and hate all up in ya face
Ye of little faith always
Extra, extra
Read all about it
Extra, extra
We heard the good news
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm
a beautiful noise
Made of joy and of strife
Like a symphony played
By the passing parade
It's the music of life
It's a beautiful noise
And it's
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
Real life shit
Real life tears
I'm sorry
Baby im sorry
Tell her im sorry
Gon make some
Noise when we riding by
(By by by)
Spread the word they gon
a beautiful noise
Made of joy and of strife
Like a symphony played
By the passing parade
It's the music of life
It's a beautiful noise
And it's
Will their faces be stony
When they see on their Sony
Someone handing the phony
The Tony Award!
I would like to begin by thanking everyone
Qho
Walking down a crowded street
Waste your time this evening
Dive into the noise of a fake sociality
Eight sixteen, and it's a quiet night
So quiet, I don't
And as I lay down I am warmed by the heat
Of an old love holding me under the sheets
And I get excited like it's the real thing
But it's white noise, white
with you
On Sunday morning
It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sounds of feet walking by
I'll put coffee on to brew
We can have a cup
the inside, building up the inside
Wondering how we're getting by in this crazy world
Shutting out the noise
Bells and buzzers lighting up my stupid phone
keep climbing on
Everything else is just white noise
I'm not overwhelmed by this at all
I walk on thin air and I still float
And I am always there for
Part of the Noise
Fell into the whirl
The noise is absurd now
Tune into the static
Tryin´ to pull you out
Losing the receiver
Baby turn away
Will their faces be stony
When they see on their Sony
Someone handing the phony
The Tony Award!
I would like to begin by thanking everyone
Qho
Raised by trees to make noise like a grackle
And make points like my raps were pineapples
Time capsules that you'll find after I'm through
Always got
Sunday, doing close to nothing
Sunday, fun day, no time for rushing
Living like kings and queens for a day
Watching the clouds roll by and away
No
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