Lyrics:
like my bill at Eaton's
Catfish I need gills to keep breathing
Drip be reaching the ceiling
Don't wanna but if it's a beef ting
Shit I'm sinking my teeth
the city like Expos
Might take a trip to Toronto
CN Tower
Eaton center I'm spending them hundos
Baby powder I came here to slap em
Bout to buss like I'm
Yeah she's new in my City
She said can we take a tour in your city
My city so small
Montreal
Let's go shop to the
Eaton Mall
From London City
Yeah
half studyin' math
Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
Spit bats that stick to DAT's
Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin' with
Yup
Niggas want all of the details am I’m gonna tell em nah, nope
She my little secret if you ever speak it
Put it on On My Daddy Steven Eaton I’ma Beat
hot cuz all The politics
Guess I still ain’t learn my lesson About these Star chicks
You could say I Eaton cause I’m Dauntless
I’m Running round town
he's got nowhere to hide
An old suitcase that no one can see
Sits in the corner waiting for me
Brown leather straps, an Eaton's plate on the back
With
I don't want to meet you in Heaven
I want to see you today
Down by the 7 Eleven
On the corner of Eaton's and Bay's
Before I sail away
And when you
designer to cover the lies
I be like Eaton, I go and deny
Lighting a wood, put it up to the sky
You ain't be nothing
And I be honest, you acting a play
i know we finished
Rolling Stones like onyx
Ima go and see the dentist
I just bought another round
Load it up at Eaton
Pray the lord forgive
For my
office is a parking lot
The Eaton's is long gone
And everybody moved to Toronto
or Montreal. Or Hong Kong
Through the years you wear a smile
Fight those
out in Norfolk gettin my boogie on
Eaton goat
Making a dollar everyday
A driver to them bigger notes
It’s a TideNottaVibe
U gonna need bigger boats
In that Eaton Street café on Friday,
I sit and drink a café con leche,
and watch the day fade away.
To my left there sits a blonde haired young
Frank Eaton, baby, the bathroom's where we scrapped at
Sneakin' out the house cause my big brother wouldn't have that
But I'ma take that gamble, bitch,
half studyin' math
Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
Spit bats that stick to DAT's
Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin' with
that's you, that's you
Yum, yum, yum, that's you, that's you.
Good, Good, Good, that's you, that's you
I never went to Eaton University
Therefore I
by Larry Wagner
With lyrics by Jimmy Eaton
WRITERS FERLIN HUSKY, EATON
Well, I bought me a donkey, about four foot tall
To plough my cotton in the early fall
He's runnin' around, it was
Elbow-drop Sundays when Mark Eaton got beat to shit
Laugh at the bands we hate
All the spots we used to skate
Well they're still there, but we've gone our
synthesizer
Brian Hughes - balalaika, guitars
Rick Lazar - drums, percussion
George Koller - cello, bass
Hugh Marsh - fiddle
Nigel Eaton - hurdy-gurdy
Donal
Chris Eaton
You are the One; there's no one else
Who lifts me up
And gives me water from the well
But there's a hole
That seems to drain it
Dance By The Light of The Moon
The Olympics
(Jimmy Eaton, Clif Goldsmith, Mickey Leader, Terry Shand, Fred Smith)
& Alexander M. Courage, Public
went wrong
Huh, she slipped
Found a note, must've fell from her coat
Said I'll meet you at the Eaton Centre at a quarter to eight
And don't be late
Dance By The Light of The Moon
The Olympics
(Jimmy Eaton, Clif Goldsmith, Mickey Leader, Terry Shand, Fred Smith)
& Alexander M. Courage, Public
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