Lyrics:
Never was a finer breed than the steed who was Shamrock
Plain to see by his confirmation
That he came from finest stock
Daddy was a black mammoth
(Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da) little bit louder now, clearer, let's go
Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da
Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da, yo
Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da
One, two, one, two, three
’francis!
Francis! be careful!’
Trying so hard to keep up with the joneses
Running a rat racing won by our noses
Always put one foot in front
Got my whole life ahead, I won't let it slip away
All that I envision, I bring to the light of day
Circle gettin' smaller, all the fakers went away
nkyer3 me foko
M3twa wabo s3 lotto (Yeah)
M3twa wakyi paahpaahpaah mey3 Shatta oouu
We was tripping bare feet where was you
Niggas talk talk but never
I was born in a cemetery
And learned to walk on skulls and bones
Was taught to speak by the living dead
And raised beneath a funereal moon
four-point, four-point-eight)
What did it start off at?
Three hundred thousand dollars
So it's at $4.8 million?
Yeah
Cash
Ayo, Hit-Boy
I think it's
I saw a garage sale
Pulled up in the yard
Found a statue of Jesus
It was eight feet tall
He held out his arms
And he seemed all alone
So I
take my supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in
The morning at three
Rain gonna come but
of options and out of time
Now that the furniture is gone
The house looks so much smaller
Stand in an empty room, take it all in
Years are gone now in
I was born in a cemetery
And learned to walk on skulls and bones
Was taught to speak by the living dead
And raised beneath a funeral moon
Horror
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
That's real talk right there baby
Stacey Adams
I'm in a 3 piece suit
Looking too cute
Mashin' flashin'
Ripped open by metal explosion
Caught in barbed wire
Fireball
Bullet shock
Bayonet
Electricity
Shrapnel
Throbbing meat
Electronic
card smaller
Than his palms with grooves
On it's surface the
Street is quiet, the sidewalk
Clean as he walks
He occasionally slows to peer inside
a twenty-four foot long vessel
Measures eight feet wide
It's a fifty-three-year-old camper
It's made to pull behind
And I've gutted to the studs
(intro)
Here we go again
Ahhh...
(first verse)
It's always best when my phone ain't ringin', that means I'm by myself or maybe I'm dreamin'
Or maybe
want you to sleep well tonight.
Let the world turn without you tonight.
If we try, we'll get by, so forget all about us tonight
Everything's
feet aren't on the ground
I need your body to stand on
Your name to define me
On top of being a woman
I am scared
And
Ethereal
And
There are
Till I'm blessed by you
I and I alone
Can but do for you
To twist in my hand
The thorn of thy youth
To draw thy seed
To turn in birth
Thy
And I'll know you by your hills again
This town from 6 feet under
Know the season may come
Know the season may go
A man is torn asunder
But someday we
Now I am walking on my own two feet.
The sun is shining.
My shadow is stretched across the street.
And I meet the eyes of the stranger, I can't
Get up on your feet
Before the night is through for you want miss
Get down to the beat
Pump it, stomp it, jam, trip on this!
Get the party
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
The important thing's never to look at your feet,
Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance,
Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
It's all
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