Lyrics:
a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man
I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell
Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well
See, you're
the taste it's a tease that never would subside.
The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes.
Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood,
He'd get down
hung my head in shame
Well the blues whispered she's not coming home no more
I said the blues whispered she ain't coming home no more
I just cried
crowns?
And chains for ornaments?
They say "2000 Years ago
You made a declaration for the emancipation of the slaves"
They say you hung on a stake
the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when"
But we'll get together then
You know
the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when"
But we'll get together then
You know
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
Let me tell you a sad but true story
Let it be an example to man
How I tore down the world of my sweetheart
She was known as The Blue Velvet Band
a tease that never would subside The taste is strong
But soured by my learned eyes Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood,
He'd get down on his knees
stay on a high
And I hate when we saying goodbye
Yeah I'm still stuck as a silhouette
Hung on a wall left behind by you
And there's no escaping
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
Well, I
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
Well, I
spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you comin' home, Dad, I don't know when
But we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good
spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you comin' home, Dad, I don't know when
But we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good
Couldn't believe this shit
Well all my love I give it to you, girl (come on)
My life I live it with you you, girl (come on)
Worth more to di eye, man
Couldn't believe this shit
Well all my love I give it to you, girl (come on)
My life I live it with you you, girl (come on)
Worth more to di eye, man
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
I've been raised by Marie Chanel
No cologne, no Boss Chanel
Two paths, be a boss or in jail
Soft 8, now I gotta cell
Nokia 3000 a brick
Idolise
(we'll be forever loving Jah) there'll be no end
So, old man river
Don't cry for me
I've got a running stream
Of love, you see
So, no matter what
to concede
So a cadaverous pallor hung over our hearts
As our minds went insane and our eyes became dark
And God brokenhearted by His adulterous bride
Loved
Took my feelings for granted, hung my heart and you beat it blue,
Feeling like i was in the back of a hearse and shit,
Acted so well, you had to be
how you do a Twitter jam without Mega Ran?
It's a simple plan, (he didn't forget you man)
Hey Mega Ran, remember when we hung out back at Scribble Jam?
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
The day they metcha
You let them getcha
So now you might as well split, yeah
Yes man, I'm diggin', you tell me
I'm gonna pack my suitcase
I hear ya
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