Lyrics:
Fool's St George's day.
I was with your hoodlum friends outside when you stopped talking back.
And the sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing
by George Clooney
You said match my energy
And if it feels good, do it
If it feels good, do it
Monday at the end of May
We met again on Memorial Day
We
the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"
Young Guns,
Having some fun
Crazy
the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"
Young Guns,
Having some fun
for his time was short
and he was only passing through
Passing through...
I was close by George Floyd's side
on the dreadful day he died
I filmed
old black man never had a friend
Sittin' on the roof top listenin' to the wind
My life is on the end my grin is pretend
I'm a die in my rockin' chair
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"
[Chorus]
Young Guns,
Having some
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
murdered by George Zimmerman
Boy, how do we feel?
How do we feel lately?
This kid was 15 years old being followed by a grown man with a gun
We were very
i'm sell crack
but to a young nigga like me
a G ain't no turning back
trying to settle down is hopeless
when a nigga and a old lady
call on my gal,
Now remember, old pal,
When you get back home.
(Repeat Refrain)
""Life's A Funny Proposition After All
Music and Lyrics by George M.
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got a nigga booted up
Yeah that booty got me high
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got
the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"
[Chorus]
Young guns,
Having some
were loved by your family and adored your precious son who now is forced to live his life without his father at such a young age, only 4 years old.
You
so they put him on the five
And Hamilton, old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
These are the dead presidents
From the hood
home
Since one o'clock in the morning
I've been waking up every hour or so, looking at the CNN TV glow
Came home, opened my email
My friend Kevin
like a cowboy, so you all fell in love
She brought her own gun but nobody asked her
About hunting birds in Lakeview Lacy
Can't be a good old boy, cause
Yeah, the best things in life you’ll ever find
Are made for summertime
It’s a blue sky over green grass
Sitting in an old lawn chair
By a lakeside
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, yeah (Georgie, Georgie, Georgie, Georgie, Georgie)
Oh
There used to be a little old boy
Riding my bus home from school yeah
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
the old
Strangers and friends
Invite them all
These summer nights
These rhythms and crowds
Will be gone by the fall
So come on, come on
Let's go outside
and spiritually blind
But we kings and queens it's our time
Equality
(By any means necessary)
Say their names
Stephon Clark
Mike Brown
George Floyd
Philando Castile
old hood good, my family good
I go to my friends for advice cuz a nigga need that
Like what's a good man without feedback
Even though I love ya'll so,
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