Lyrics:
Dr.Manhattan I need a crib on Mars
Because I need some space, instead I'm on your case
Savouring sweet and sour your abcs
We're only human but for now I feel
heights
Any maybe, any might
But always so capricious, in the face of wonder we`re suspicious
And though we came from frogs and fishes
Our taste is
You are gonna change the world and then
We're all gonna brag and say we knew her when, yeah
This was your home
I'm home
Welcome home
When you're
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
in the notion that
Everything we know is just a series of
Random happenstances, and if all the
Light in the cosmos were to suddenly
Disappear
Within striking distance from Ground Zero sits a smoldering international cauldron
The United "Abominations" as it were
Forged to prevent wars
Locked up in a room, their home was a prison
They never left once or even saw the kitchen
They were found by the cops in the worst of conditions
Tied
about it
No contesting you know I got it
I done been through some things ain't no way around it
We looking for the the peace while patrolling the streets
an einem Tisch sitzt)
It’s Downtown walkin’
Sweet mouth talkin’
The great Big Apple way“
Just get your broker
And any other joker
Money day by day
Jim
based on true events, partially
But yeah, we gon' run this shit
Yeah, yeah
Yo
Yeah we're faded in Manhattan
So we took it to the mattress
After that you
The great Irish surgeon and the Manhattan whore
Got a highway to hell that run right by the door
That young Billy rode west on as a dangerous teen
cnd Oscar
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
a bass clarinet
(Where you going with this bret?)
We waltzed down a moonlight boulevard
Just two silhouettes in the mist
(Ah yes)
Days went by
the dead
Grimm is in a seance
Don’t take it personal this
Is strictly business, kid
Nosy niggas wanna hang around
We’re killing witnesses
We’re into torture,
empty but my mind is
Full of Change;
Cruising down the streets of Manhattan,
From kaunas to Nevada,
On my way to make my life from dreams into Nirvana
"Hey Mudfoot, you know what we're here for, lay some treats on us!"
Yo, dis is one of the, dis dis
Yo dis is that, that's that joint
Yo that's
to
They didn’t getting it, yeah, our style’s too niche
They’ve never been to ‘straya eating shapes on a beach
So even though we were divided by an ocean
is different so I'm switchin' up the beat
'Cause my parents came with nothing, they got a little more
And sure, we're poor, but yo, at least we got
Some people say that rappers don't have feelings
We have feelings. (We have feelings)
Some people say that we are not rappers. (We're rappers.)
That
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
As we're
(Cruisin' down Roosevelt)
Times changed like everyone else did
(Cruisin' down Roosevelt)
But never did the memories that lie on the pavement
Way
And the Bell telephone makes you feel at home
So remember Kool G Rap and his DJ Polo
We're the ones who made 'Demo', and we're rockin the show
It's not a legend
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