Lyrics:
up to heaven on big raft
Who would have thought it would pan out like this ?
Used to brawl lil kids ball our hands to a fist
Remember Bob with
like candy-floss
She sees the rich trash having all the fun
Makes her wonder where they get the energy from
There's nothing you can do to her
This city's
the kitchen all by myself,
in this picture all by myself damn bitch whooo I love myself
I just want to dance with me forever
Cuz I just wanna dance solo
I
tough, I don't bluff
And this is an example of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit,
Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing
Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring
And I bring this, to all the party people that
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
He likes it a lot
How would Richard Goldstein
Interpret this performance?
Obviously it's jazz-rock heavily
Influenced by Al Cooper
Honkus has been
ya, pal?
You look like a fine
Upstanding island representative
The kind to understand an enterprise
When they're presented with
Access to a wonderland
rats
This for the streets
That raised the beasts
That you see killing all these raps, Yeah
Ain't nothing like the island vibes
We aloha soldiers bout
rats
This for the streets
That raised the beasts
That you see killing all these raps, Yeah
Ain't nothing like the island vibes
We aloha soldiers bout
rats
This for the streets
That raised the beasts
That you see killing all these raps, Yeah
Ain't nothing like the island vibes
We aloha soldiers bout
Need to pop a clip for
Huh, I’m doing this for hip hop
Im coming after you, him and his spot
Still tied to the streets like a hitch knot
Ain't nothing
support him
I never thought you would sell out
You're becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I'm like
to a chill then you take it out
What would you do?
If a blunt nigger try to fake yo ass
By your own admission leave you unnamed and
And this family calling
call
Low-key and reserved, because I am generous
But the picture looked like this:
Those eyelids, falling
Falling over eyes that
Would cross momentarily
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
thought
Of suicide
If you would try
But you would tie
A parachute
Onto a slide
And took a dive
Now who's alive?
It's such a beautiful thing
This musical
rats
This for the streets
That raised the beasts
That you see killing all these raps, Yeah
Ain't nothing like the island vibes
We aloha soldiers bout
do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
And this is an example of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like
Get on up and dance
(funky)
Oh
Feel like I'm down here by myself sometimes
I'm ready to break this groove down
You're ready
So I'ma let
candy.. so dance with me
I taste just like candy.. so dance with me
Now just imagine me nude, stretched out
I'll be all over the news if this gets out
up doing you dirty
Oh my God yea on God
Y'all be fronting this is fraud
Way y'all cappin' y'all got talent
No Bob Ross this is art
Y'all be lying just
skip the trial
Catch 'em kill 'em you're so vile
Tom vigil the pedophile.
Now you cant hide (no) from this any longa (yeah)
I'm here to expose the vigil
like you and me
You know they have their secret notions
And time is endless motion
All people of the moderate ages here in this twentieth century
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