Lyrics:
blanket.
What? Yes! Made of
Wool-o, wool-o, woolly woolly wool-o,
White and light and bright and beautiful-o.
Pure wool, so dependable-o, whoo,
From
there's nothing to see here
Just don't fall out of line
You pull the wool over my eyes out of thin air
You pull the wool over my eyes out of thin air
You
Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for the master, one for the dame
One for little Ele who lives down
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're choking on your daily bread
Hanging by a gossamer thread
Dog in the doorway
Dyed in the wool
Dog in the doorway
Bc-Bc BLcCK SHEEP
Traditional with additional lyrics by Sandi Kimmel
Ba-ba Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. three bags full.
One
WOOL WOOL WOOL WOOL
WOOL WOOL WOOL WOOL
WOOL WOOL WOOL WOOL
FLASHES E FOTOS NAO ME ILUDEM
MAIS UMA NOITE NO STUDIO LAPIDANDO OURO
PESSOAS NORMAIS
faux wool, faux leather, faux diamonds, faux fur (nah)
real wool, real leather, real diamonds, real fur (on god)
faux wool, faux leather, faux
turned, but make no mistake
I'll never sleep on you faith
Don't you pull the wool over my eyes
Don't you pull the wool over my eyes
Don't you pull
but make no mistake
I'll never sleep on you faith
Don't you pull the wool over my eyes
Don't you pull the wool over my eyes
Don't you pull the wool
(ha)
And me and Mack is just two niggas from the same hood (chyeah)
Fell from the same tree (yup), cut from the same wool (yup)
See, I'm the young
Baa, baa
Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for the master, one for the dame
And one for the little boy
from the violent parade
Whirlwind gusts of hatred made
Hopeful fire on a winter's morn
It shines in tiny flames
It's time to grab my old wool coat
It's
We drive all night long
You and I find some common ground
No need to try and stop
'Cos we're moving in some direction
Pull the wool, from my
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
coincide
Now I’ve removed the wool from your eyes
Violent by design
The golden prize is you and I
To get into our minds
Exposing a divide
Politically
What the fuck!
What the fuck were you thinking?!
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
With your false truths and your blatant lies
See complacent stares
longer keepin' me warm
Who?
Who's peekin' out behind the wool?
Who?
Who? Is it a monster or a fool
Peekin' out behind the wool?
Were you just
you drop, cock your head and wear a crown
But you can't pull the wool down over the little lamb?s eyes
You have no fear of failure
You got the mirror,
What the fuck?!
What the fuck were you thinking?
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
With your false truths and you blatant lies
See complacent
Baa baa black sheep are you there?
Baa baa black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir yes sir
Three bags full
One for my master
One for my dame
One for
melhor fase
Wool, wool, wool, wool
Na minha melhor fase
Wool, wool, wool, wool
Na minha pior fase, desacreditaram
Tu sabe que hoje eu sou o melhor
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool
Yes, sir, yes, sir
Three bags full
One for the master
And one for the dame
And one for the little boy
Who
hairline, like a red rose garden bed
Maybe I'll never know what its like, outside of my head
You could be soft like Irish wool (maybe not)
You could be fire I
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir
Three bags full
One for the master
One for the dame
One for the little boy
Who lives down
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