Lyrics:
of silver
I can make the kiddies thrill for just one buck and wing
Yeah, I will nail them to my heel and the Panic Choir sings
Here comes a lucky little
cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck
cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck
the bluebirds sing.
Drive around all day in my Cadillac
Good by blues I ain't comin' back
Dear stranger, I didn't see you today
Down that road, I wanna take with you
Down that river, I wanna be with you
Lying on a bed of blue flowers
Take
are the same yesterday today tomorrow and forever
I adore you king of kings
Eh ehee
I did not deserve to be in your house I know
By grace you called me
and talkin'
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin
But I don't walk this way to portray
Or reinforce
Stereotypes of today
Like all my brothas
yeah
Someday you win
Someday you lose
Today you'll cry out
The right to sing your blues
I won't be the first one
And you won't be the last one
There's
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
you are in Rome
Black or White or red or blue
Preach or sing in the dome
I wonder if I do The right thing
I wonder if I gave you The wedding ring
Say
the multitude of my sins
They will sing my song after Byzantium has gone
The woman who rejected the king
I've heard all the things that they've called me
Romance Surrounds us today
We sing and we dance
Put or love on display
Pulpit Rock Village
Can I hear your scream
Let's succeed Our wonderful dream
I'm going insane!
I lay him down on a pyre
A burial worthy a king
And as I lie down by his side
I hear the weaving norns sing
The fate of Norns
Intro (spoken):
People,
The world today is in a very difficult situation,
And we all know it,
Because we're the ones who created it.
Chorus:
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
your name and face
On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
was a fine line
Better savor every moment as it flies by
Every minute, boy, better live it, boy
Maybe someday, you'll be happy for me, oh, I
Every
in or let it pass you by?
Know something’s gotta give, but please don’t let it die
(Huh!)
Today we are the gladiators,
Tonight, we face the king
'm sad he comforts me
I'm singing his praise along the way
(Happy his praise I'd gladly sing serving him now my Saviour king)
Oh hallelujah I'm singing his
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
a sea of troubles
When they could be riding the waves
They're guided by fear
I hope that I made myself clear
We can have it all
We're kings and queens
the trees
Just you and I as one, we'll have a lot of fun
Larks that sing, while drifting on the wing
You and I beneath the clear blue sky
Have you ever flown
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