Lyrics:
the orchestra playing "In the Mood"
I had two left feet, I said I must admit it's not what I'm used to.
I'd rather two-step to a pedal steel guitar
Well, I'm just
Shelly had a dream playing bass guitar
Menopause moments begin
Life interrupted by lover's leap
American Roulette again
Now she's content with her
there in state
Another day, another manufactured crisis keeping the people distracted
There's no one playing by the rules anymore, how will history
sympathize
It's easier that way
Just want to be a big boy
Pushin' some Jim-jims around
But it's hard to be a dreamer
In a dream killing town
Hard to be
dreams
Just was a young champ
Fresh on the scene
Playing football in the park
Talking Best on the team
I didn't know what I had
I didn't believe
I realized
heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.
monkey man playing
With the big guns only get you slain
I ain't playing, I'm just saying
You ain't got a sliver of a chance
I get ill or I deliver
you're lonely and you'll come here too
Hopin' just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
(Oh yeah!)
Trying hard to find you somewhere up above
High
was singing, "Everlasting Love"
And driving home to you
Somewhere down that road not taken
Will forever live those dreams that were forsaken
Just every
believe, Evangeline
I can still remember this little girl
Black eyes just staring
At this big old world
Ran off to find some American dream
Train
out my heart (*laugh*) till the cold grey dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you'll come here too
Hopin' just by chance that i'll get a glimpse
Uh uh, check it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
Lets do this man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush
The beats is grim,
monkey man playing
With the big guns only get you slain
I ain't playing, I'm just saying
You ain't got a sliver of a chance
I get ill or I deliver
Chicago
Discovered by du Sable
A Black Frenchman
That I had to mention
Extensions of a young man livin' on a low end
47th and Michigan, lackin'
reaching up to the clouds
Don't give the moon a chance to shine
And I've got imitation moonlight
Standing underneath the neon sign
Is it real or just
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So, So Def Bad Boy collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all know who I be
I've been making extra money playing high school sock hops
I'm a big time guest MC
You should hear me talking to the little children
And listen what
dear *marshall*,
dear *marshall*,
i just wanna start out by saying
i still love you
even when i was pregnant with you
it was very hard for me
so
to sway
Forever by the forces of the Lord's choreography
Just for a second the combination of sights, sounds around him
Sends him hurtling back
give the moon a chance to shine,
And I've got imitation moonlight
Standing underneath the neon sign.
Is it real or just illusion?
Can there be
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
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