Lyrics:
boys having fun
And climbin up ladders
And goin down slides
A day in the sun
Gross hotdogs and buns
Soda can
Paper plates
Grills
And a fucking
It's all a part of feeling groovy
It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work, and work
of feeling groovie
It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work till
The sun shown bright and clear that day
We all left Washington
To lick the Rebel boys in grey
At the Battle of Bull Run
They came from
mountain land so gold and green
I was a sturdy sixteen years
Work was hard and the wage was low
And the seasons passed me by one by one
And I dreamed, Maria,
and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys
Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin'
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
Pushin'
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got
Say man, I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D E A, G T F, Task Force, Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby, I got to keep
runnin'? Don't be hurrying
Now don't be shy
You're just a little boy who
Lost their family inside
You don't remember
But she's burdened by a plague alas
No
Without a lullaby trust me boy I won't even blink
I'm gonna get mine, mine mine
Undeterred by all your hate
I'm gonna get mine, I figure it out each
Yeah
Wetin I wan talk no get option
Just dey find the money i-yo
O lo lo lo lo lo ooh ah o lo lo lo (Yooooo)
Mm, as a small boy wey dey work (Wey
with the boys after work on a Friday night?
Would you think about me
If the urge got the better of you
Would you act right?
Do you think about us
undone
Order in sum yung
Till my palms taken over by bunions
Drugs fun
Since I was a young son
Hurt my tum-tum
From pills by the dozens
Nom nom nom
Gone fishin' (I'm real gone, man)
You ain't working anymore (could be!)
There's your hoe out in the sun
Where you left a row half-done
You claim that
catching the bus or arriving by car
In class we sit together
Oh, this jacket is speaking, always hittin' the sun
But with all our hard work
Gonna go
somethin' to make fun of
You better pray to get your luck up and make ya chains tucked up
'Cause my boy has never fucked up, it's never undone
Plus that is
Scars to Hearts
By: Amber Gideon
It’s about a girl
She’s abused
In a new city
Scared and confused
It’s about a boy
Who makes her laugh
From
If you forget me, If you forget me
Darling boy, uphold your gentle soul.
Sun might hit you with beams of gold, so,
when surfing those high tides
go and do it again
Your love's a gun
And by god it kills them
One by one
And my god it thrills you
But come undone I know you just want
a nice, real
a nigga box with a bullet I used to work a nine to five and barely get by now I I-95 doing 95(mph)
5'9 stand tall I'm 9'5I get a rack of them thangs for
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
seeds to grow, underground thats where to sow
Add them gently, one by one, and water down and wait for sun
JUMBLE:
But wheres the flower?
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