Lyrics:
Frank gave me a wink?
Hey Frank, is you got your horn in your mouth?
(Yeah) I tell you what I want you to do, you know that thing that you do
swear sometimes that man is out to get me
They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss man's ladder
But you got dreams
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by
is a mad man, but I don't fear that
He got mad weapons too? Ain't tryna hear that
Tryin' to bring down me, the champion?
When y'all clowns gon' see
be havin' fun
That's when I got ya that's when you mine
To tell the truth, tell me what's my line?
My name is Prince and I am funky (you can't
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
now, Jim
Cuz love is what few people care about, Jim
And if you’ve anything remotely in common with me
You’ll be giving it away to them fuckers for free”
rains
You see my pain is real
Watch my world dissolve
And pretend that none of us see the fall
As I turned to sand
You took me by the hand
heart is breaking
I've broken it that's all
But with God's help I'll see her when the work's all done this fall
When the roundup days are over
you told me to go
And got back in return
This here feelin' that I've learned
What the Indians know
And you say you don't see it
When a grown man
trying to do is trying to get next to you, let me in, let me in.
You oughta know by now
Or maybe someone should show you
That a man needs to be loved
be fired
'Fore they're forever banned?
Whoa, yeah, let me tell you that the
Answer, my friend
Is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in
running the show
I'll do whatever you tell me baby
I'm at your service
Baby I can come by
And pick you up
We'll make love into the night
It's never
Traditonal arrangement by
Auldridge, Gaudreau, Coleman and Klein
© 1993 AGCK Music/ Mountainside Music (BMI)
Well I woke up early with those
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
fault at all. Nor is it his fault that he will die. He will die because he had the poor sense to be invented by me. He doesn't deserve to die. He is
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by
your head
After giving you the best I had
Tell me what to give after that
All you want from me now
Is the green light of forgiveness
You haven't met
Ah, ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if you realize it,
But tonight you're in for a special treat.
No, no, no, not that, not that!
You only
the house on the hill
Yes we will from the man on the hill
Ploughin' time is over still the fields are bare
How we gonna make a livin' with twenty acres
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
you're still gonna sizzle
'Cause I frizzle fry radiation style worldwide
You got your pipeline clogged man get that puppy routed
You got the style down
man) who haunts my bed at night
My head by daylight
I don't want a sometimes man (Sometimes man)
Who leaves me hungry and wanting
(That's not the way)
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