Lyrics:
How last Christmas Bill Blakey's little boy didn't come home
They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek
With his head bashed in and his pockets
blew, Blakey too
Where? Down in Birdland
Cannonball played that hall there
Down in Birdland, yeah
There will never be nothin' such as that
No more,
blew, Blakey too
Where? Down in Birdland
Cannonball played that hall there
Down in Birdland, yeah
There will never be nothin' such as that
No more,
was wrong and you were wrong For meeeee
So we got together
I had a pregnancy and we made a Child and called him Blakey
And we had him for a long time.
diriku paling blakey..
Wi tetap dihati Mano satu
Pilihlah hok mano demo sayey..
Hati tokleh terimo
Kaseh banyok hati
Tok chekak tanggung sekso
Sedeh satu
The old man drank beer nearly beer nearly every single day
That's how he chose to spend his hard earned pension pay
Frank Blakey was his God given
through, Trane came too, there
Down in Birdland
Basie blew, Blakey too - where?
Down in Birdland
Cannonball played that hall - there
Down in Birdland
Yeah
Sorry mom, sorry dad
Sorry mom, sorry dad
Sorry mom, sorry dad
Sorry mooom
Art Blakey
Sunny Murray
Art Blakey
Sunny Murray
Sorry mom, sorry dad
Sorry
something like that. So I'm very proud that we achieved as well as we did, especially the bit where the solo bit comes. I thought this sounds like Art Blakey
these bitches wanna take me
Baby girl I know you wanna date me
Diamonds coming ain't no flakey
I dunk a bitch Im so Blakey
Im riding round in a Benz
Oh
really tall tho
I'm like 6'2, 6'3
What are you like
6'4 Damn
Fuck you blakey
That's all inches baby
Hit us up
Aye Aye
Aye Aye
Aye Aye
Aye Aye
6'3
What are you like
6'4 Damn
Fuck you blakey
That's all inches baby
Hit us up
so weird lately
One met a girl her name was Hayley
Now we don't see 'em we need Saline (Aye)
I'mma pass the mic right to Blakey
We climbing to the top
missing me
I'm sorry I don't care what you
Tell me when you're just around me
I won't be your Blakey
And you won't be my Amy, no more!
Do you think I'm
drown the moaning
The artfulness of Blakey or modality
Complexities of Guillotines and static
The space between the flashes and the panic
Milliseconds
to Art Blakey
Stargazing
Staring at ya goal getting
All the time
Ms goal Setter
We gonna wind up at goal line
My Punchlines cheesy
And It goes good
Eric Andre
You can say I’ve gone shady, it’s no surprised if called crazy
I’m just a messenger giving jazz like Art Blakey
Put my record in rotation, now
the crew
Block the intersection cause they to stop and see Blake the Jew
Shit I might finesse your boo
Cause the ladies love Blakey they do
And thats
of Blakey, let the groove shake me
Afterwards have Nirvana "Rape Me."
Leonard Bernstein, Steven Bernstein, got the
Fire of Hendrix and the Hulk's when he turns
some flyers
Independent, it was just me Caleb, Colby and JP
Sold the most tickets out of every last artist that attended
But somehow Chris blakey
Bitch
love for Ella
Billie and Sarah, Art Blakey and Nat King Cole
The way he talked it would never get old
I was so engrossed by his excellence
I couldn't
THE GOAT
Blakey hit the beat and float
If you really wanna verse I can round you up a quote
All my ops are going down in a hurst or dropping soap
Oh you
make frosty the snowmen cozy
And we walk in the air like Blakey
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
I go church by scared heart folly
What I want is
in field made a penance
Got back on field Ima witness
I testify bout forgiveness
I'm blessing God I'm Forgiven
I thank the Blakeys for living
They
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