Lyrics:
Curb ya dog, he dropped his shit
Try'na pay his way outta gettin' his face split
He got away by the hair on his ass, he lucked up
Now every time
It's lonesome away from your kindered and all
By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so
In freedom
Words and Music by: Aran Puddle
A rising generation
Set apart for liberty
A royal loving people
Chosen to be mighty
Mighty in the land
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Bum ratatatata bum bum bum bum
Ratatatata kill kill kill bum
Ratatatata bum bum bum bum
Them O
Show Them
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Shayo Davids
Ok
Gel Oh
Me and the money
We dey together
Like butter and bread o
Yeeeee
Oh well Oh
Oh well
Me and me
is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise
But if you meet a friendly horse
Will you communicate by
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
me
Who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother
'Cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum from down on broadway
And a few
closing
But it's over now, but it's over now
Go on and take a bow
Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum
I'm going crazy now
Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum
royalty or something
The sun was shining on the avenue
And the shadows knew just what to do
They kinda parted as I walked on by
And the clouds went off
Yea you got a gold chain but that shit is lil
Ima talk my shit cause these bums talkin crazy
Its up, cause once i feel a way its no changing
Its stuck,
I'm sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
I've got no need to worry, I'm in no hurry
I'm looking at the world go by
Mally Mall!
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We
and you love me still (yeah)
Eyes come lazy, but she is real (yeah)
Dressed to kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We can bum-bum 'til you're tired (oh)
I can put
MY MARIE
WRITERS BARRY MASON, TONY MACAULAY
Marie
I can't bear to see the children without bread
Oh Marie
They deserve a decent roof above their
The blood is painting the streets again
With hammers and razor blades
Thieves and riots are our daily bread
The Peaky Blinders prevail
Dear
Will we get cold and hungry will times be very bad
When we're needin' bread and meat where we gonna get it dad
We'll get it from the man in
all right
Jumpin' Jack Flash is a g-g-gas, oh yeah
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag, yeah
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
to step out of this black and white
I know we'll find
That color is the reason why
I shouldn't let another day pass me by
But every time I find myself here
I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow
My hair was scorched by a swirling flame
My eyes grew
figured at five to nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
doors (we gon' push to open up these doors)
Prayin' 'til somethin' happen, ain't gon' never stop pushin' (push)
I got my bread and put in, my Maybach
and 'shine
With the dogs runnin'
Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down
can tape every cry
They can tape every laugh
They can turn you around so you won't know what's
Real by reel
Busy little bees recording
Laughing gold carried on silver
Open robe waving by the trailer
This is paradise
Ivory whales high on corn bread
Wind-filled sails, fly
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