Lyrics:
The first time we met you were a kennel maid,
You gave me a tip I got me forecast paid,
You were holding a greyhound in trap number one,
Your
stay home, yeah.
If the blues was booze I'd stay drunk all the time
If the blues was booze you know I'd stay drunk all the time
Hangin' round bars
You're over my shoulder, I think I'm possessed
Your constant undertone, is making me toothless
Times come to trim you out of my life
Gonna cut you
Here's a picture that we took in Cincinnati
The time we saw that big league baseball game
Here's a picture that we took in Printer's Alley
Down in
A frozen meadow in the dead of the night
Printer's devil moves the type
A killer letter that's dead inside
Printer's devil put down the line
God is silent
So much to see
Don't have the time
Circumvent my body
All out of line
And we take it
Too seriously
So we fake it
Deliriously
Get a job
A place that
a wage where steam makes you cry
Leave it all behind for floors that stick and sticks that strike in time
Page the printers
I've found the lines
Send your
Take that printer out leave it in the trash
But here we are stuck on this line
Troubleshooting in overtime
Dreamin' of the cloud where things just work
last dime,
Laid out the bartenders all in a line,
We weren't fighting, we just drank 'em out of time,
Down at Printer's Alley,
[Chorus]
So let
favorite holiday
No, not President's Day, Christmas
Unfortunately, she and her band only just got home from tour
Which didn't leave her much time
whacked (okay)
Hit him nine times, he a cat (okay)
I grew up on the East, no cap (okay)
Green Card, green tips in the strap (okay)
Keep talkin' 'bout
Winner winner
Chicken dinner
Chicken little
Gotta spend a lot
Fuck the opps
Know they plot
Keep a mop
They copy, that's facts
No printer, printer
Hollywood
Wide-eyed and moving fast
Since it's a race in Hollywood
The time has come to pass
The time has come to pass
We have a place on Printer's Row
But I
beneath my feet
The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
On propaganda page
That will rule your
the time
Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
I spent all my money
At that blues and bougie bar
Double whiskey and cigar
But I never made it far
On printers alley
I remember back when I wrote my first bar with a crayon and piece of printer paper from my pops printer
I remember back when I was walking home
this money now,
Cause I'm out here living this hustlers life.
I be working all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind.
ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
Nigga, I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out
I said one, two, three, four
Four, as in top four
Top four albums of all time
And then I rhyme, oh bars
I ride in cars
Um, Uncle Lars from Star Wars
Stroll to the valley cause it's time to dip
And the DJ didn't already play our shit
A little bit of Quik is worth all you've got
Life is like a pussy, you
Mesmerizing isn't it?
How you paint every room you enter
Every time I see you, you're at the center
Sunshine in the winter
No greyscale, full color printer
I
If I took a picture, tried to write a book
It was shock at the printer, never give it a second look
Repeat chorus
Bridge
Em am
I need you so bad, it
who?
Probably in heaven is the only time
You couldn’t show me some proof
Until then keep stepping’ while I act
A animal in the booth
You looking
when you’re on break
And kill that printer, no mistake
Videos and games, draining your juice
Pick the right time, cut that use
Check your plan, grab
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