Lyrics:
fair
It's not fair
Hit you with a feather
Miss you by a whisker
And I'm going to kill you
If you dare to hit me with a feather
Miss you by a whisker
okay to cry like one
Cuz it's a rich girls wild west
And a poor boy pays the check
By the whiskers on my chin I been country
And now I'm going back again
ones, play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In,
And by
Play some pool and listen to that
Tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin
When The Saints Go Marching In
By the whiskers on my
the low ian know Wea to go post up by the store tryna touch me a million
On my own I was so alone Neva had a loan They don't know how I'm Feelin
And I got
will shoot by accident and miss you by a whisker
They interrogate the ones that had to fight
'Til you're home, an alcoholic that can't keep a damned
wanna swing
Sweet pussycat
Grab her by the tail or by the whiskers
Pull her close then try to kiss her
You bought her diamonds
I bought her pearls
years, its lamps under the liquor
Could've went Fed, made it out by a whisker
Money speaks volumes and these diamonds don't whisper
The sneakers I got
close do death and escaping by the whiskers
I know you kept me lord I wasn't fast on my sneakers
You got your o mark on me I know it's a pass over
I know
eyes closed
We do that shit cuz we winning
We do that shit cuz we winners
I clip the cat by the whiskers
If he don't know then I didn't
If had known he
You missed by a whisker
you wont find me
Slippin' through you fingers
so easily
Cos i'm the one you can't forget
the one that's stuck inside your
being pawn
Then I was looking woebegone
Praying fervently in the darkness for a dawn
I left by a whisker
My village people get tracker
Situation lo
When the Pope kissed the ground
The sniper fired an angry round
Well it missed him by a whisker
And the gunman could not be found
They
wanna swing
sweet pussycat
Grab her by the tail or by the whiskers
Pull her close and try to kiss her
You bought her diamonds
I bought her pearls
Ben's
But I'm a Capricorn I'm packed like I'm strapped for gore
I whip the pussy like slave masters, they backs is torn
My pole reels them in, right by
There was a man that lived in the hills all by himself
Chin whiskers' hangin' off his face in the tree there's a hangin' Bull Elk
The only friend
the gloom.
Eggs of hope in every nest,
Birdsong fills the air with zest,
Life awakens, strong and new,
Guided by the hare so true.
Whiskers twitch and ears
Softly scared and severely smitten
Slicing through the scarlet skies
Plastic clouds linked by zip ties
Wondering whiskers against the glass
Into
Professor Whiskers is a cat and a man
He's not quite a cat
He's not quite a man
He does cat things like getting stuck in the door
Licking his penis
was a desperate sprinter not even by a thread or whisker
My exit is the lines that I pen sinister said with my chest what the heck’s a whisper?
Mi
took me over the decades
To the years when the going was tough
We were all hugged by old man depression
And often his whiskers were rough
The old folks
Took a two week vacation
From pushing goats
To traverse some foreign land
On a diet of oats
And in the backseat by badlands
We hear a lone tambourine
brothers, sticked up don't try to provoke us
Know how shit go niggas pussy and kitten with whiskers, never lead by no action just posers
Ready for war when I
six left
Close calls close calls
But what comes next
But I love her
Oh I know a cat who sleeps on the floor
Got her whiskers ripped off by the back
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