Lyrics:
on down
And that's a record, that's a record 'cause of Mario
And that's a record, that's a record 'cause of Mario
And that's a record, that's a record
a J-47, a jet for his power
Craig Breedlove had averaged four-o-seven per hour
Both man and machine had given fair warn
They'd set a new record on that
Let me hear this broken record again, just press repeat
I can be your new favorite waste of time, and you'll be mine
All I want is your attention,
on the record label
I'm the wind when the record spins
I'm the dramatic static before the song begins
I'm the erratic energy that gets in your skin
And if you
but
Buy our records now
Buy our records now
Buy our records, buy our records, buy our records now
Buy our records now
Buy our records now
Buy our
hair hang down
And give me that leather
Come on
Put a record on
And your dirty white boots, come on
You know you turn me on
In your dirty white
your picture she's got you
I've got the records that we used to share
And they still sound the same as when you were here
The only thing different
tomorrow, please
I should have known by the way that you stared
Eyeing passes by like your rich but life ain't fair
But ya
Make my record skip
Make
Lets go out to the record house
Lil' Liza Jane
Lets get there by eight o'clock
Lil' Liza Jane
Ooh lil' Liza lil' Liza Jane
Ooh lil' Liza lil'
a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows (the
that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay
Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie
Follow dem',Screamin'
Let me hear this broken record again, just press repeat
I can be your new favorite waste of time, and you'll be mine
All I want is your attention,
past just set us free?
Give you all those diamonds
Give you more and more
Shattered all those lies I bought
You from the record store
Fleets
a while
One day, I'm gonna find me an island
A think place
Go there with a mess of records and a ukalele
Just sit strumming
I might even do some thinking
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
somebody please.
Put another record on
Cause he likes that song.
It's funny you know,
Ooh he never done nothing, done nobody wrong,
Did he think
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
Question and answer:
What is a rapper doin when he starts at hardcore, but can't sell
enough records to remain in the record buisness?
Answer:
He
Yo, I make some mistakes
Some really really fun mistakes
Just to set the record straight
I ain't overweight, y'all underweight
I run into a lot
kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
kindly turn the picture
Off the television screen?
Put a long playing record
On the record machine
When the lights are low you'll find
There's nothing left
on
The record spins blue '50s song
The veranda looks ocean now neon palms sway
What's happening? Where did we go?
The Jersey Shore was long ago
As with our hopes
on
The record spins blue '50s song
The veranda looks ocean now neon palms sway
What’s happening? Where did we go?
The Jersey Shore was long ago
As with our hopes
Rygin King
Blue Note
Rygin Trap Records
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