Lyrics:
of a word
A sense of absurd
Like trying to do all this rhyming!
Dot : There's incense
Wakko: And horse sense
Yakko: And common sense, it's true.
Dot :
Young folk
Tendin' Sunday School
They sing merrilly 'bout the golden rule
Horse sense preaching all the day
They all hollar in the righteous way
folk tendin' Sunday School
They sing merrilly 'bout the golden rule
Horse sense preaching all the day
They all hollar in the righteous way
It's time for
and I'm still alive
And the school of hard knocks has taught me
A little horse sense i'll get you by
Every livin' soul is like a sack of seed
You need room
stay by the gate you are given
And remain in your place, for your season
And had the overfed dead but listened
To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom
Certainly, mighty proud to say, I'm always mighty proud to say it
I consider that the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden
Help you cultivate horse
i'm always mighty proud to say it
i consider that the hours i spend with a cue in my hand are golden
help ya cultivate horse sense, and a cool head,
Certainly, mighty proud to say, I'm always mighty proud to say it
I consider that the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden
Help you cultivate horse
Symmetric Orbiting Concepts
Aligned Coincidence In Progress
Recalibrate
Unlock condensing Context
experiential memory
Develop a Horse Sense
Stimulate
could make some sense
My two party alliance might have looked smaller than everyone's, making you think I'm short of horse sense
But trust me, my running
shooting slower than ‘22
Blow it up, Longy Gang,
Packing the whip,
It goes back flash back,
c time trial for the support I attract!
You know it ain't horse
styles like a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources
Toss this type of shit
That go straight through, i lost this
One time, it came back, the rap
shadows across the ceiling
You give me a stall
I'm a horse without a sense
You dance me 'round the room
Send me 'round the bend
The card I'm dealt's from
Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses
Never made sense to me
I didn't want to be a part of the great debate on moonshine
Chorus:
"Stop, pay the price,"
Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses
Never made sense to me
I didn't want to be a part of the great debate on moonshine
Stop, pay the price, they said
the name of whoever pays the most. Couldn't get in the armed forces, animals on the backs of horses, good sense and justice you oppose. Get a real job- who
of the big time."
Armour-clad horses, riding Trojan horses
Never made sense to me
I didn't want to be a part of the great debate on moonshine
[Chorus]
still wanna bust
The Trojan horse, is full of the sense of force?
When they try get aggressive, niggas off the porch
Black police showin' out for
You're a big girl all the way
A change in the weather is known to be extreme
But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream?
I'm going out of my
You're a big girl all the way
A change in the weather is known to be extreme
But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream?
I'm going out of my
Armour-clad forces riding trojan horses
Never made sense to me
I didn’t wanna be a part of the great debate on moonshine.
‘Stop, pay the price’, they
flying into Bradley
Swear they know a thing or two (that high horse)
But the sense is that some scents sit on you
Wolves might think you food (oh word?)
Beware of a gal in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o
Never trust no gal in britches
No-di-o-di-o
If you had a sense of this here horse
You would have known
must confess i'm impressed how you used little force
To send back memories of the Trojan Horse
But I sense the fault in your halt it holds no guarantees
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