Lyrics:
[Chorus:]
Gotta be the illest brother to claim respect
It takes the illest brother just to get respect
Got to be the illest brother when it`s time
above you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my
above you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my
And everyone should get along
Okay, children, quiet down, quiet down
Children, I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His
Well, I don't know what kind of language he used
Or if they do that kind of thing anymore
Sometimes I think nobody ever saw me here at all
Except
And everyone should get along
Okay, children, quiet down, quiet down
Children, I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His
one of a kind
Uh, yeah
My name is Logic, if you don't know by now, I'm always on my grind
And at this moment in time, I'm on a road when I write
would've left by now
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
I get kind of dark
Let it go to far
I can be obnoxious at times
brother,
There is one particular thing that is nothing whatsoever in any shape or form
Like any other
There is nothing like a dame, nothing in the world
stung by poisonous flies
And you suffer much too much from their bites
There you sit in your comfort watching other people get caught by the
Storm
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
She loves me like a brother
When I'm standing by her side
She loves me like a brother
There's nothing that she won't confide.
I been standing
the damn thing
I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll
and her younger brother could just get through
At night they come across the levy
In the searchlights dusty glow
We'd rush 'em in our Broncos
Fallen angel
I got a brother, ooh he mean as sin
He got a brother who's just like him
Livin' over in Moscow, two of a kind
How come the great
It's OPP, time other people's what you get it
There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what
the train, okay, you hear it constantly)
(I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life)
(If you get hit by it)
A couple of kids got hit by
She just got home from the doctor's
I just got home from the mill
She looked a little peaked, her eyes were kind-a streaked
I couldn't figure out
that fire (It's that fire).
Get the propane, rollin' things and let's blow this place up,
You already know what's up.
I might f had to pay some
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
My head keeps runnin' away my brother
The only thing makin' me stay my brother
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)
Gotta get myself back now
You are not needed now
And we got things to do
Between the blankets made of wool
The trains roll by every half an hour
And the body can get no
get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh,
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