Lyrics:
and the pain
Disapearing like tears in the rain
Hold out - you will see, the truth will set you free
Rain keep on falling like the first morning
[II -
Baby, it's the one n' only, not yo' homie
Packin' n' holdin'
Close to the sky wit' the cronies and a bunch of hotties
Act like you know me
Ok, count seven
date M6, photographs on Columbia/Ruffhouse description green
with blue ears sky blue shirt that work by remote controls
Burn up Billboard charts,
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
F#m Em A7sus4 A7
With the stars so bright and the sky so crystal clear
G
can begin
Cos there's a bylaw, a bylaw
And I can start work at seven.
There's a bylaw and by law
It's time to wake up, Kevin.
I was driving
seas of the internet
Pirate flag flying in the sky like it's limitless
We're coming for your files and your details
Driven by the data put the wind up
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
A little blue looks to the winding lines waiting for food & snacks.
“Oh I know I can make it I know...” The blue dashes through other moving blues in
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
was a writer too, I figure I'm in my lane
‘Round 8 or 7 I fell in love with rap sh**
cll I really needed was 86 hours of practice
I'm lying, more like
that seems to move me fetty fall out of the sky all these loose leafs blue hunnids stuffed in my bamain blue briefs everywhere i go they yelling out
throwing rocks in the water
She's so cautious (suimo)
Bella blue car, feeling blue
But with you I feel brand new
2 0 1 7
Smoking green till the suns setting
and signs
Blue and red lights like the Fourth of July
Roaches on fire rise into the sky
Don't care bout your color other than your eyes
Media act like it's
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?
street exit
I pull up my truck, I'm stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm
paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look
tres like everyday
Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons
Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon
Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey
the color blue
While I'm pursuing the music and the mic
I'm losing the fight
Moving tonight
Reciting my writings
Avoiding the white light by suicide
It's you
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