Lyrics:
Words Upon the Wall
Music by Peter Link
Lyrics by Peter Link
Additional Lyrics by Mary Baker Eddy
I sit and ponder these words
Upon the wall
Burned
bout to make it heavy
If you follow the Jesus of Mary Baker Eddy
She's the Christian Science founder
The devil roamed around
Like a roaring lion
I guess
be the one
In the basement of St Mary's
Eddy hides from the rain
In with the stolen sisters 'til the streets are dry again
Talkin' fast cars
Baker
Come with me' cause I need to bake ya
(Mary Jane)
Mary, Mary quite contrary
Girl, you must be my fairy
You give me wings like a canary (mhm)
soon fell out
Which cut our acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street I was a pastry cook
In James' Street, a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make
In
Would it take a bakers dozen to get my point to you?
Would it take a half a pound to roll a joint for you
Would it take some hailing Mary's so full
Of all the world's famous singers that I have ever seen
On the moving screen
Lawrence Tibbett and Nelson Eddy
Donald Nobis and Morton Downey
Would it take a bakers dozen to get my point to you?
Would it take a half a pound to roll a joint for you
Would it take some hailing Mary's so full
Baker
Come with me' cause I need to bake ya
(Mary Jane)
Mary, Mary quite contrary
Girl, you must be my fairy
You give me wings like a canary (mhm)
grown food to eat, we didn't want for more
Oh I want to go back to Baker County
Where the wind rustles in the pines
Got a catfish on the line
Oh, oh, oh,
Sita Sita
I wanna chop all the Kpomo in your Buka Buka
Baby your chest
Baby your chest
Edey speak to me in pounds
Baby your baker
Baby your baker
Eddy
Boom Boom Boom
Santana's in the room
Boom Boom Boom
Mary J's in the room
Boom Boom Ba-Boom Boom
Big Boi, Beat Bullies let's ride
[Chorus: x2]
Clowning around walk through the crowd with a pound
Mary go round round round round
Mary go round
Clowning around walk through the crowd with a pound
Yatta, Siatta, Miatta.....wait
Ahn ahn Kemah..... scatta.... place
Sarah, Mary, Matter.....wait
Olman baker scatta place
Back...Back to the matter, short
from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
An every nigga in my click got
Pockets chipotle burrito it was veggie
Had to go dumb like Ed Edd and Eddy
She open like free throw I shot it was wetty
Now she turned on but her
love songs coming for you love birds out there
Playing some of the old classics from
Chaka Khan, to Dru Hill, Jodeci, Mary J. Blige
Little Anita Baker
(Freddy Krueger)
Same wop everyday he calling me Eddy (Eddy)
Bad bitch she got that look ya it's super deadly (Super deadly)
Cro, slime, started off with
Little Feet Music, yippee!
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Pat it and prick it
And mark it with B, Uuhhh!
from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
An every nigga in my click got
price
Blowin' loud, Juicy J be higher than the gas price
Mary Jane, bitch I get so high call me Eddy Kane
Freaky bitch, and she drippin' wet, it's
First we'll pick Priscilla up and then we'll stop for Jane
And Mary Ellen needs a ride, we're goin' by her place
We're goin' to a party, our friends
Call me the baker man, im whippin i broke da whisk
High as fuck i jus lost uh pan, i be geeked dont need no xan
Doin this shit olo, all i want huncho
the gas price
Mary Jane, bitch I get so high call me Eddy Kane
Freaky bitch, and she drippin' wet, its a hurricane
Dope boy, I got it on my own, I come from
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