Lyrics:
some help from my friends like Joe Cocker
Stashed it in my locker, but now it's public knowledge
We share the overflow, higher learnin' like college
spoked wheels. In spite of all this, it is obvious that the way he really gets
around is by being dangled from place to place by a union guy with a dark
Seven thousand miles from an Olive Garden
And you'd probably do the same thing
Up in my position
But I digress
It's a pointless conversation
So we make it
to share it with all of you
And clear the air a little bit
Say it all from my point of view
I haven't seen you in a while
All the dust has been settled now
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it was would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it was would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
the booth was filling with flies!
(help me, help me, help me!)
He held open the legs of his boxer shorts so they could all get in
Yes! and when each
of danger even
Though we live in a world infinitely safer
And more predictable than
Anything our ancestors knew with their help
Our anxieties have only
much right now
But I thought you was
Beautiful you came into my life at
A time i was grieving
From my moms passing you was
A friend because of that
I
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
said a rhyme by putting candles on my cake
I just came from the bank (you said a rhyme?) A rhyme so funny
A song about the line so long they all gave
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
done with it all (Joe Harrow)
I'm gone, say your goodbyes because I'm not going to be here anymore
Yeah
My fucked up life, its painful sometimes
Staring
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
happy, she smiled and said I actually do need someone who would help with delivering flower bouquet to the residence of my customers. So, she asked Shaine
a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred
at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first man on some from Zelda
Nintendo, b-, run, jump, punch,
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
a millionaire
>From there to the bank, see the bank's down the block
So now I'm close to home, I clock, I plot
With Popote, he's my cousin and a wily one
Though
three four
(spoken)
Gather round friends, why hurry
Let's all stay a little longer
(sing)
Ya oughta see my blue eyed Sally
She live way down
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
to sing out of key
I get by with a little help from my friends
I'm gonna fly with a little help from my friends
Gonna try with a little help from my
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