Lyrics:
manifested like a land without the Indian
Just all kith and foul kin
Whether Maltese or Millennium
Saucer, Chaucer of the airwaves
To assist once a nigga
Cleese
SIR GALAHAD : Michael Palin
SIR ROBIN : Eric Idle
GOD : ???
FRENCH GUARD : John Cleese
MINSTREL : ???
LEFT HEAD : Terry Jones
MIDDLE HEAD : Graham
the fuck that I've been through
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
Sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that
real
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
What you call that?
Head over heels
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money,
real
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
What you call that?
Head over heels
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money,
Daylight over the Village Green early in the morning.
Daylight over the hills and valleys heralding the morning.
Daylight over the mountains,
father
In an all white school, wished I was light just like my mama
Cause my mama's mama's kin went and blended with Indians
High cheeks, red skin, hair
bubble coats into school and Timberland boots
Talkin' about back when man had the cowboy ting
And the middle bit would spin
And if you made it bang near
I'm on the move with my natives
Cruising through Indian School I'm no major
I'm the one running this school
Yayed up with the white buffs choppa icy
Okay I'm California coasting
California coasting
Wildfire up the tree, that's California smoking
818, Valley heat, California roasting
She look me in
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
ark
The most prestigious couple
Just kickin' back parked
Against a perfectly blue sky
On a morning beatific
In its Indian summer breeze
the country hates me this election made it way clear
Too American for India, too Indian to stay here
I used to sleep at night hoping I wake up as someone else
scrambler
Niggas wearing wires cuz shit bad
Lit on fire
Old school marvels, pardon the middle
Waves bust to the side
Still rocking diddy bop like '85
Them
the middle of see-see-chaos
In the valley of the shadow of death - the bellevue boys out kickin' ass
In the middle of fire
Inside the belly of the beast - in
projections
Writing on the stall
Standing shadows
Land of lost cause
Indian school street
Racist terminology
Proceed with caution
Mountainous terrain
Don't like
do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I
do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I
have mi middle name
& i think about you everyday
& even though you gone mi still a feel di pain
You mother still love you in every way
Plus di whole
middle finger to yo
Me got big racks
Because the money new
Everything curry like Indian food
She wah tek a ride
And see weh the Aston Martin do
Lift up
Ain’t in need of any man
I was always taught to cut the middle man, aye
If he in the way of getting river bands
He can wait for many moons like
these drugs gonna touch
Used to gang bang, ain't really thug that much
Rather have some thick broads than a Dutch to clutch
Went to school in Baton
an Indian in India
And stack up the bread and the cheese and chickpeas
Garlic naan toasted at 100 degrees, the Middle East
In the middle of what? East
the Scampi bites
The sink estates, the floating vote
The national anthem, the lump in the throat
The Indian summer, the Afghan coat
The Dunkirk spirit,
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