Lyrics:
from the tree that fell from
Just like my father tryna do music and hope I make it
Walter joined me for the journey said the city waiting
PIVOT
about guitars
There's A Good Reason Guitars Are Numbered
Rita
That Bloom guy has my heart now by Force
Nice Weather For Guitars
The Heart Where Your
They manufacture handmade guitar picks, mustache wax and spun silk guitar strings, mostly for export. Every morning lines of trucks drive through
the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggaz don't got to pay my bills
P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let the garden
the words in the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggas don't got to pay my bills
P.l.o. Pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let
, that's for no doubt
I can just wipe it all out and go back to SOHO
Since way back when, I've been aiming it high
To see my face goes by in flashing lights
the words in the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggas don't got to pay my bills
P.l.o. Pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let
I'm going to tell you very briefly
A story of how I got my song
Because I was an indifferent guitar
Player i banged the chords
I only knew a few of them
and got caught on the trout line
And wasn't found for three days
Then I fell, skinned my knee, broke my glasses, got stung by a bee
I lost my wallet and my
are
A mahogany guitar
We mix the six play
Flip it a million ways
Spend your every fantasy
Your desire's fulfilled by my song
Makin love till
pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in
life. I was told to my career, no one wants to see an Asian girl singer songwriter writing a Christmas song is usually reserved for those who have
I'll probably be free then
So if anyone out there goes by Smokestack Walter- I guess that you're a part of it now
But in the end, all that we ask for is
here's the song
cbout Peters Pond
cnd the campground
clong its shores
c simple slice
Of paradise
That once was theirs
For now is yours
Land changed hands
Ocean: I haven't seen him since
And for a while, you know
We were not middle-class we were poor
But my mom never accepted
That she worked hard to become
on the highway now
The years have come and gone but the blues still go on
I only sing my songs for fun
If you ask me to, I'll do a song for you,
'Cause
back then, lil bro still had some
Changed my ways like NLE, can't be a hoodlum
Feel like Ramsey, Walter White, come here and cook up
Life is made from
fishing for rhymes just like trout my hook and my line out in the water patiently waiting stress starts to fading in a place to be no one to please Rap flow
once was turn to so dime
I plead with all your mistake, one by one you pull the weed off my brain
I have no strength to regain no time for you to explain
gloom
(Peanut)
But there's plenty of snow for everyone
In Guitar Guys dressing room
(Achmed)
I want a voice box and some lungs
So I can scream
I’m Catholic Cool
Performed by
E. Walter Smith featuring The ICC Choir & Friends
Chorus
I’m cool 6x I’m Catholic
I’m cool 4x I’m Catholic
you pull my heart
I'll let you call me your guitar
Cross my heart
And Sing my song
Sit back and wait on your reply
Girl The love I got for you
Made
musical
Just like my bass song but don't get them confused though
The guitar gets your mind in the funky kind of state
And my bass makes the walls shake
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
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