Lyrics:
by the fours
so in other words, nah man, skip the explanation
see that what the rewind's for, so be patient
'cause this is the direction that my pen
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
that I've done
cnd I sure miss the water, I'm a scallop man's son
I'll sing o'er these mountains from morning till noon
cnd dance by the light
I got a a girl who lives by the sea
She’s the one for me
Daughter of an old salt fisherman
By the name of Goliath Lee
Amber eyes and satin skin
that it's always our fault
But everything we say is taken with a grain of salt
Man, it's always the same, if we talk or complain
We only want to upset
Essential Salts of animals may
Be so prepared and preserved
That an ingenious man
May have the whole Ark of Noah in his own
Study and raise the fine
Yea
Cat keep it real
Yo
Cat barley talk i was taught to say less
Haters tend to throw salt they say it taste best
Walk with a holy cross imma stay
wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
Look here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you's a money hungry woman and you
by yourself, private plane
I'm that man, you got him so glued, he insane
I'm so high, might let BK just come rule everything
Mmm, I came back from
the gambling man
Pays his money and he takes his chance
Watch him do the Cajun dance
Deux by quatre et two by four
Stepping up the coeur
The act of makin love...is...
[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
standing
Be an honest man and keep clean hands
Let your love shine, to those He sends
Not by strength, not by force, but by his spirit )
Don't just talk,
of America, the name on the side
The man who would drive her Craig Breedlove by name
A daring young man played a dangerous game
[Chorus: x4]
With
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
blinded by the struggle
Lord forgive me for my sins
I just want the love
You could keep that salt
Ima break the bank
Hide the keys to the vault
We just
And the deeps are blue
Well I've spent too many years in this salt mine
Every day no different than the last
And the days keep slippin' by just like a fault line
They got fries from the street
I just sprayed on lotion for the beams
Had to pour out salt when I lean
I'm surrounded by some fiends
With whom I
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
your man
Take my love with a grain of sand
I meant to say salt, but my brain said "nope"
Imma dive in the pussy like I'm off the top rope
Like Reggie
that it's always our fault
But everything we say is taken with a grain of salt
Man, it's always the same, if we talk or complain
We only want to upset
McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath
Cobblestone mountain it was made by hand
From the magic and mortar of a cobblestone man
Cobblestone mountain it was laid by hand
From the magic
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