Lyrics:
Jazz, né)
E down, down, down, high society
Down, down, down
society
Ai que chique é o jazz, meu Deus
Down, down, down
High society
Down, down, down
Ah, Deus
Jazz
Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores
Crazy two timing bitches running round
Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently
High,High,High Society,High Society,
A felső,felső tíz,felső tízezer.
Régi jó haver meghívott,
Hogy velünk nyisson egy jazz klubot,
Úgy hívják,hogy
money, money
If you wanna be a star, star
Starting to think that
S-s-society sucks, I think I messed up
I think I sold out when the sales went up
going to be
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I want to play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter
going to be
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I want to play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter
going to be
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter
going to be
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter
Stuck between New York and Boston,The back roads in New Hartford and the trouble I'd get in.Left to see the world in a van;I'm done being a kid, it's
Sem raiar ariá
Awxinã Ooke
Jazz ao soul
Maracatu, axé
Só pra chegar até você
Bawo ni?
High society
Me tire daqui
Foi somente onda
Que te
on tracks
Into the society shacks
It was wonderful lands you got to go from the income tax
You gotta dig that jazz band ball its the ball of them all ooooo.
hí, hí, so say, hí society*
A felső, felső tíz, felső tízezer
Régi jó haver meghívott
Hogy velünk nyisson egy jazz-klubot
Úgy hívják, hogy
Player society, secret location
Hope you got the invitation
Unh
I'm just smoking weed and throwing bands inside the jazz club
Pretty girls surround
Office anyplace in the free
World must make obeisance to God
Or risk immediate opprobrium our
Press accurately reflects the religious
Nature of our society
Dominate my privacy
You can my love
Middle finger to the society
Come here my love
I'm done being tired from my anxiety
Heal me, my love
Dominate my
With nobody, but myself at this point
(I & I)
1969 - Paris Jazz Festival, Miles Davis
Insurrection, ‘21 & ‘22
(mm - mhm)
(mm - mm)
(mm - mm)
(mm -
the mission, and trigger competition
You see society's angel, but now my wings off
He boxes outside the ring whenever the ring's off
Brokes get no
the love stays
Dealing with society's pressures is one thing
Let alone all of the problems that funds bring, but no stress
Understand it comes with
in a home invasion
Then menace to society, changed the hood again
Big cousin Grady keep leaving out in that hood again
Just me and you, stuck outside
sexo tem, que sexo tem?
Namora sempre com gay
Que nexo faz tão sexy gay
Rock'n'roll?
Pra ela é jazz
Já transou
Hi-life, society
Bancando o jogo alto
Head shoulders knees and toes
Lips, my eyes, my mouth, my nose
They all go against what society calls beautiful
I'm left handed in my right mind
leverage to sever
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
We deliver it each year on the street for the beat 'cause
You can find it
white
And it's the same across the nation, black and white discrimination
Yellin' "you can't understand me!"
And all that other jazz they hand me
In
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