Lyrics:
love (And the man I love)
And that’s all I need now
And the man I love (And the man I love)
Now, if one day he lucks up
On a magic pot of gold (Pot
I don't believe in superstars
Organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold
The certainty of growing old
That right is right
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
I don't believe in superstars
Organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold
The certainty of growing old
That right is right
and that picked me with a magic touch
When she walks down the sidewalk all the cowboys step aside
Cause they all know she's a one man woman and she'll soon
Holy man tiptoes his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a busload of tourists
Shiny shell suits on and drinking
Holy man tiptoes his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a busload of tourists
Shiny shell suits on and drinking
This the fliest shit ever
This that Rich Forever Part 2
Uh, uh
Layin' in my bed, I'm under these gold chandeliers
Can't say too many names that
of your gold
The magic lies scattered
On rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my
an ordinary man,
Sometimes I wonder who I am.
But I believe in love.
I believe in music.
I believe in magic.
And I believe in you.
Well, I know with
The abandoned road
by the ruin of distant empire
tranported from earth to welkin
the magic ore
forged by angels
and returned to man
as key
'Cause legends call us to live
They came in high
And they came in low
Worn by the miles
And fresh from home
Hard work, magic
Then some tragic end
There's magic in our present tense not coincidence, but fate
Stopping by woods to make new friends and buy some lemonade
The twist and turns we
a coal mine
Thoughts deeper than a gold mine
So I'm out here slangin' on this blade
Hopin' that I don't get cut by these police
Makin' raids on those
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank
That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every one a blank;
That's followed every fool
askin' if I can slam it
I'm
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man, you
Kendrick take one
What can I say?
I mean really, what can we say?
Day by day, season by season, twenty
To be exact
Growing up watching him paint murals
why you do hurry
Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me".
"I have here a magic horn to deliver
And one drop from this silver and gold
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view.
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
everywhere!
PLAYAS, PLAYAS, PLAYAS!
Representin, green is for the money
Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?
[Interlude]
Pimp pimp onnnn, pimp-pimp onnnn
on
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq
My uniform shines the livery of a high-born man
The Claw-guild signs immortalized by the master's hand
Light
playas!
Representin', green is for the money
Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?
Pimp pimp on, pimp-pimp on
Pimp on, pimp pimp on!
Then get your
at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
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