Lyrics:
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
broke
He compiled a triple decker collection
Of songs from his records
Released as the Smithsonian Anthology
Of American folk
"On Monday morning just
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
otta be . . .
I'm gonna hug em, hug em
I'll hug em and if I have to slug em
he's gonna love, he's gonna love
he's gonna love me!
Words and Music by
game
Bearing the name
Jesus Christ on the mic
And I'm here to proclaim
I say it with no shame
Because I'm not in for the fame
I spit them healing verses
on this rap game
Bearing the name
Jesus Christ on the mic
And I'm here to proclaim
I say it with no shame
Because I'm not in for the fame
I spit them
music reign supreme by far
WPFW kiss FM and WHUR
Ten tracks And I'm looking pretty
I Love Music in the Chocolate city
Spoken word, Sound of Philly is
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS (Instead of Sheep)
Eddie Fisher/Rosemary Clooney/Bing Crosby
(Irving Berlin)
from the 1954 movie "White Christmas".
When
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS (Instead of Sheep)
Eddie Fisher/Rosemary Clooney/Bing Crosby
(Irving Berlin)
from the 1954 movie "White Christmas".
When
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
I'm stayin' in the hood? I got that
Motivation so you cannot stop by shine
'Cause homie I've been crossed too many railing to go and stop my grind
I do
all the shit you put me thru
Was too much for An interlude
An album or anthology
Apology accepted
You did your dirt
Then cleaned yourself up
To get
all the shit you put me thru
Was too much for An interlude
An album or anthology
Apology accepted
You did your dirt
Then cleaned yourself up
Get
Lyrics & Composed by Irving Berlin
i
I'm
dreaming
of a White Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten And children
What'll I do?
Words and Music by Irving Berlin 1923 (NOW PUBLIC DOMAIN)
What'll I do
When you are far away
And I am blue
What'll I do?
What'll I
Her Irving Berlin optimism
Can't touch my Cole Porter sad
She fell asleep before the television
Me and the TV are insomniacs
And we both know this
Guthrie was the first punk rocker
From the dust-bowl emerged the protest singer
Woody worked for the working class people
Irving Berlin man he had it all
hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us,
I'm Sick of the same ol same ol
Im switching up my game everyday
Leave my heart in the studio
Cause if not there'll be a price to pay
Especially for
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
Count Your Blessings
(Irving Berlin)
When I'm worried and I can't sleep,
I count my blessings instead of sheep,
And I fall asleep
I'm livin off of Fullerton
But no longer a simpleton
Album droppin December 10
I swear that ima get it in
My name up on that bulletin
Irving park
and Music by Irving Berlin
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