Lyrics:
mean
You're free from every insecurity
That plagued you back home
In Commerce City
I'm in this big perfect city
That I dreamed I'd be a part of
Where
circles before me
The hazy path of overgrown bricks, the canopy of oak and maple
The tiny homes tucked behind the hedges
A clearing south of 26th street,
it funky
In the 619
Keepin' it funky
In the 702
Keepin' it funky
In the 775
Let's go
Welcome to Funky Chicanos posted on 1283rd
Commerce street
Home
Hmmmm
Hmmmmmm yeeee
Hmmmm
Nimpurira nkuhariire oba oriija. Haaaaa
Omutima namagezi gangye biri okwo
Come home Linda come back before I commit
I been fucking around with all these commas
Still I want to grind to up that commerce
Saying you was right girl, that's nonsense
When you was
But you can't shut the party down
Ain't no drownin' the spirit
Callin' the children home
Was it the paddle wheels of commerce make you move
The lights are on
Ashley:
But nobody's home!
Buffy:
Let's show them who's boss.
Dinah:
Ler's play a joke.
Pearl:
Yeah, let's have some fun.
Ashley:
Everybody wants to know where Jimmy has gone
He left town, I doubt if he's coming back home
Well Tony got a job, three kids and a lovely wife
the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm
the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm
the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm
military activity against American suspects here at home"
"The 3 major reasons for our Constitutional Convention were to
1. Guarantee free trade and travel
the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for the fuse
I'm
reflected prison
And I know
I was far away from home
I was distant you brought me close
You eased my mind and helped me find the signs
To guide my way back
home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me
'Cause I'm stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up
verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No
Everybody wants to know where Jimmy has gone
He left town
I doubt if he's coming back home
Well Tony got a job
Three kids and a lovely wife
Working
who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
[Chorus]
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for
verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No
the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me
'Cause I'm stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic
back home
Just the taste of you
Brings me back home
We show our love in different ways, cooking is a form of reciprocity
Family Style, Brother Nature,
company
That leave the door unlocked and set you up for the take
Home invasions, let 'em into your estate, bitch
Every time I look around
When I'm out
Yeah I'll never leave home coz I love to masturbate!
They say things like E commerce, with three Â"WWWÂ"s and a dot,
They say It's for information,
home
From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore
Now Ireland is with plenty blessed
But the people, we are sore oppressed
.jpg/220px-Take_Me_Home_(PC).jpg "if u take me home.")
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