Lyrics:
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
(Made)
Collar with lipstick stains (Stains)
People claim to be saints when I tell ‘em about my dreams saying
“It don't by happiness”
I don't believe you
follow other people's dreams.
They were told by a friend of a friend of a friend.
Music made to be used and forgotten again like a whore, like a pair
the mother of the boy in the band
Or what it's like to be the mother of the boy in the band
Father McKenzie stood by and prayed
What once was a legend's now
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
The earthquake hit at6 19 with a jolt
People went running for the doorways
And for the next half minute it shook
Up on the 17th floor
I know a lot of folks who are extremely loyal
To a banjo or a nice guitar
But I prefer a greasy can of olive oil
With a broken broom handle by far
can fly now
Flyer then the sky now
Tell these haters pipe down
All these people talking why that shit be by my side now
Diamonds on my body got me
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
up you won't get it up
You won't show dice with a deuce at me
In the club are like 30 bands
Going hard till I prove something
Going lie on him he
Hurt people
Cause I hurt people hurt
You know whats up
Got these bands by my lonely Double cup taking shots like I'm Kobe
Roll it up got some gas in
stridex
Doot, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo,doo, doo
With stridex
I am stuck on a Band Aid
And a Band Aid's stuck on me
I am stuck on a Band Aid
blues
Down a secondary road that
Severely shows it's age
The forties comes to life
On a makeshift stage
It's the Bob Roberts Society Band
Playing every
in the head
Need no friends
I just need me the dead
So i can run me the band
Run me a band
Mixing designer again
Mixing designer again
Don't need no
by they self they gone run and duck that’s why I gotta keep the semi tucked cause I gotta get right back home to my people I can look at you and see we
bust down
(Yeah)
Big bust down
Got diamonds in my watch
You can tell by the crown
Diamonds all round
Got them from outta town
Big bust down
(Yeah)
Big
having for real, could tell by his face when I said band for band
I'ma make my people feel this one that's what I told my twin
I'm in the fast lane and i'm
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
blankets. I mean, the more I acquired I became more of a prisoner. I mean, you know, forty people on staff, and you can't do nothing, and now creativity is
the cones
The band plays country, cool and sweet
Everywhere you go
The people tumble down the street
Everyone you know
Jed the woodchuck, lives in Woodstock
need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
can see exactly what to do, please tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band
How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
reefer
Mama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them people
Made a fortune, put in 20
Made it flip again
20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins
200
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