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Yeah ay You gotta be ready to die for it Go get your own by any means I can do all this shit blindfolded Can play the keys like I'm Steve Put your
Paper, paper from culture Paper, paper from culture Don't eat the black seeds It's that paper, paper It's that paper It's that Leopold, catapult
I'm fucking with Real G's, fucking with real cheese You know I got to fuck with them and stack the paper I'm fucking with Real G's, fucking with real
a couple bands by my lonely Nah nigga I don't wanna be your homie Hide... you ain't safe Imma give you just a couple days Chasing paper niggas there's
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve vai
try to call me over the hill It's probably cause you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper Life's a Picasso painting, psyche, my life's more like
Cornier than Gatlin, I’m the new god (new god) Cringier than Ja when he thought he was Tupac (Tupac) Quirky, quirkier than Steve Buscemi’s Khrushchev
or Ed or Bernie or Steve?" I probably would have kept on guessing But about that time we crashed into the truck And as I'm laying bleeding there
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott
caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38 The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts You
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs) (This is written by a good friend of mine) (By the name Steve Goodman) Ridin' on the City of New
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs) (This is written by a good friend of mine) (By the name Steve Goodman) Ridin' on the City of New
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott
garden is where we Get our hustle at Ain't shit to say even one time We bussin' that there's no discrimination You will get assassinated for the paper
He'd like to know if you and me could help him in some way A little camouflage and glue to mask the evil that men do A small diversion caused by two,
Pow pow pow paper chasing Haitian Project baby 1800 block Ugly corner nigga Y'all won't feel me anyways I ain't even gotta talk Came up i was down
This that summertime feeling, Sun look like banana peeling Rollin papers on my board, I'm with my niggas, and we chillin Yeah I made a couple songs
and casting spells Stung by the spelling bee And they says congratulations You graduated From slavery To paid slavery You actually made it! Here! Take
caught the foul just like the ref I'm better off all by myself Maybe I'm narcissist as well But anyways I just charge it to the game Pussy, money, weed I
come true Promise I'm on top now The bottom what I been through Where were you with me when I was down bad I didn't see you like i was Steve wonder Now
Woah, woah woah, woah, woah woah Woah, woah Got Steve on the keys got Steve on the beat Not the regular, spend me a bag on the designer, I put this
new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!) Taught the game by Steve Lobell (yup!) So we always win, don't receive no L's (nah!) New girls act like
the banter of a sycophant Enlisted by Ulysses Grant to record at the Record Plant Islamabad is on the nod, Havana at the riot squad And if you want to be
You see me walking down the street, And I start to cry, Each time we meet Walk on by (Just walk on by) Walk on by (Just walk on by) Make believe, by
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