Lyrics:
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
chevrolet
I needed time for some thinkin'
He was just passing by
When I caught that boy's eye,
And I swore it was winkin'
I was thirty-one,
He was
I left home when I was seventeen
I just grew tired of falling down
And I'm sure I was told
The allure of the road
Would be all I found
And all
bonny wee lass
What age are you my honey?"
Right modestly she answered me
"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"
(Chorus)
"Where do you live my bonny wee
At seventeen we fell in love
High school sweethearts,
love was so brand new
We took the vows of man and wife
Forever, for life
I remember how
that's gonna be given to you by the Wu, brothers and sisters
The revolution, the revolution will be televised, televised
It's time to rise, and take
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'mma start by saying this, ay
All headshots if
rappers spit nice
Goin' hard in the paint, you just get by
See me get high puffer light Mr. Molly
Hittin' switches in the low-low will bruise a Harley
and froze in the face of disaster
And stood silent while terrorization took hostage of the world
In a mire of hypocrisy, the UN ignored sex crimes by its
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'mma start by saying this, ay
All headshots if
lose respect for yourself, no
Sweet young thing, no, don't lose your head
Or by the time you're seventeen you'll be waking every morning
With
Little pink dress, hanging by her knees
Just overhead on the old trapeze
In the old tent tonight, spotlight going round
One of these nights the old
you been bitch and a emo
You took that L in all black I wear more black than the beatles
If the cartel was with you them niggas still would've beat you
that
Do as I say not as I do
But the kids got a tablet by the age of two
It's not new just an update
It's okay to make mistakes
That's human
I
The perpetuated post war rise brought a social class arpeggio
And they all had tv stations and Jocelyn had a radio.
The Beatles, Dylan and the Rolling Stones,
God is a Concept by which
we measure our pain
I'll say it again
God is a Concept by which
we measure our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't
listen to that digital stuff
I told her I'm not really into that new thing
I prefer old music and vintage things
Im more of a Beatles guy myself and i
long
I got O's like the
Circles on a damn stove
Imma hot boy
Catch me cookin by the stove
Weighing up bells
Rockin V lone
You a weak nigga
And I'm
coming out of your throat
Hello? I
Normally fall short
Cause my wealth is poor
But I
Would still like
To be By your side
How short am I?
Falling well below
doing me yo, feel
Like the one and I'm Neo, but uhh
Sorry for the ego, tell it what it
Be though, a slight weirdo, grown on
Gambino, and the Beatles
at all the lonely people
I look at all the lonely people!!
(as sung on the "Beatles week" by Casey Donovan: Winner of Australian Idol 2004)
Relationship are hard to come by
Now I hate that I even said hi
Was showing love I was wasting my time
Y’all was hating scrolling through my timeline
I never thought that I'd travel the world
Drink a beer with The Beatles
Or eat pasta in Rome
I never thought I'd sing an Abba song in Sweden
And I
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