Lyrics:
unreal.
News is in.
Only bones remain.
Horror.
One after another.
Horror.
The gruesome three are found.
Horror.
Decaying bodies lay.
Report is in.
the world on a time out
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Now tell me whose report will you believe
(Lay low)
Somehow it’s all gonna work out
As quickly as it all came in
All
episode didn't last forever
I'd made my point and it was time to move on
To peel away the next layer of deceit
And see what new surprises lay in store
And I've had enough of this
I woke up without a dime, wearing t-shirts and some shorts
I reported it, a crime, but it made no news reports
As I lay there in
Instrumentals I built lay the bed for my lesson reports
Teachings from people with whom I need lesser rapport
Lessons I've learnt from the people I can't deal
tryna clear my head
Wondering when It's my time they might lay my bed
Like doing book reports on books I never read
Lack of motivation I just wanna
And the man (Yo, yo, yo)on the radio said(I regret to report)
(Yo, yo, yo)James Brown is Dead(Just Press Record)
The (Yo, yo, yo)Godfather of soul, lays in
a hint of sycophancy on the side
To lay before my ruler all the facts about his role
To fill him in on all the beastly news
Yes, yes, Zazu, get on with
to report)
(Yo, yo, yo)James Brown is Dead(Just Press Record)
The (Yo, yo, yo)Godfather of soul, lays in his bed,(Yo, yo, yo) yeh.
a hint of sycophancy on the side
To lay before my ruler all the facts about his role
To fill him in on all the beastly news
Yes, yes, Zazu, get
all around
He dreams of the blue atlantic to once again be homeward bound
Homeward bound
Though the road was long and winding many snares lay in
a hint of sycophancy on the side
To lay before my ruler all the facts about his realm
To fill him in on all the beastly news
Yes, yes, Zazu, get on with
a hint of sycophancy on the side
To lay before my ruler all the facts about his realm
To fill him in on all the beastly news
Yes, yes, Zazu, get
Playa
I need
I need all my ladies to report to the dance floor
And don't play
Don't play don't play
Playa
I need all my ladies to report
(Ayo war report 2 yo! yo) Check it
Check it check it yo yo yo
(Yoo war report 2 ahhh)
Check it check it yo yo yo
(ayo iman what up)
Check it check it
the police and report it as a theft
Gotta pretend that we never met
So I can pretend that you never left
The way that you're stealing my soul I should lay here
Mr Garfield been shot down shot down shot down Mr Garfield been shot down low
Me and my brother was down close to the depot when I heard the report
Yo
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats
inevitable, sight is the goal
But it eludes you every time that fog touches the soul
And reports of the news show, reports of the news show
Death wishes
Me and my brother was down close to the depot
When I heard the report of a pistol
I hollered, "I wonder what was that!"
He run out and come back
Yeahhh
Bossmove
I do not talk to you
I talk to the one in charge
One you go report to
This is called a Bossmove
I move like them boss do
Making my
know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres,'
think since then I’ve seen we all eventually go
To that white hospital bed, we watched your dad lay
And almost turn into a ghost, Ghost, I know you’ve had
But in leaning lost her balance, fell in front of that wild tide
"Lay still Lenore I'm coming," were the words that Utah cried
His faithful pony saw
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