Lyrics:
Waitin' For The Train To Come In
Peggy Lee
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"Peggy Lee's wistful Waitin' For The Train To Come In, which touched
touched me lightly on the head
Canada, by Peggy's Cove
The ocean crashing at my knees
I hear you callin' from above
Telepathy across the seas
Far away
know what a chirp weigh
Or what it costs
After a get it off, first base, second, walk
Stole third base, heading home
Finna score a homerun
c Blanket
Regine Married THE DON, It's “cll cbout The Franklins”
Shorty Got Them Coffee Lips
I Kiss That cpple Heart
Peggy Lee With Frank Sinatra
Jody was a friend of mine
Met him back in '89
He was drummer
Liked to walk from Brooklyn down
Into the city
Watchin every girl go by
You know he did
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
block lyrics Cause these arts are martial
My thoughts given by space ain't it awesome
Talk, walk different now they think I'm martian lost ones listen ya
I done been through so much pain and adversity
Diamonds on niggas hatin they wanna murder me
I miss my granny precious flower like a Florida lee
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
a dog I KNOW THAT HE LOOK'n TO BONE
FREE ALL THE SOLDIERS LOCKED IN THEM CHAINS
It's free them till they ass come home
Got curved by the dimes
Her man be
been too long since we dreamed about that land of
california, the general chicago home sweet home
and thursday's oh so sad except the water ritual.
(Ola bafethu!)
Yuh, yuh... (Ola ola ola bafethu!)
I had to take a walk for a minute
Mind been at war for a minute
Baby know I'm home when I'm in it
walk by (by), so eff a drive (drive)
I swing up in it, batting average is half as
Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards
And, uh,
UP AND GO OUT THREE TIMES SAY:)
TONIGHT
TAG
Bruce Stuart Lee, Owner of Up All Night Songwriter.
Home phone: (970) 639-2215.
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playin' a club
Throwin 'a shot down, tryin' to stay above
Ground, another ground-breakin' day in the club
Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin' a cut
--what home? had he a home?
His home, he walk'd. Bright was that afternoon,
Sunny but chill till drawn thro' either chasm,
Where either haven open'd
pulling like a magnet
So last week he started looking for Suzanne
He remembers that her eyes are blue or olive green
After 20 years go by, it's hard to say
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
together
Repeat 4X
Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper
Back in the days of Lee's and BVD's
I grew up deceived, by wicked enemies
My lifespan began to dim
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
Out the window likely, Mashallah
Lens on em Spike Lee, Mashallah
Bad meaning bad? Nah bad
Meaning fresh as a motherfucker
Steez on some “Other Other”
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
the top back
They want me to lose please never not that
Kick it like I’m Bruce Lee when I plot stacks
They was talking OG
But we got that
You was talking
to vote by saying the
Lesser of two evils is still a choice
Well maybe or maybe not
Niggas rhyming like they got 80 Glocks
You home watching I Love the 80's
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