Lyrics:
show you how to ball out
Your hair, the way it flows, wow
I need you to be my baby
I'll make u Mrs. Wavy
I'm deep in like the Navy
It's all for sure it
glimmering like bling
Dance on the moon, it be like sing, nigga
So far, so far, so far, so far
Damn, bro, that neck on Lamb' mode
The boots in blue,
on myself than lonely fathers
Watching Mrs. Parker, these days nobody know who authored
Rhymes of rappers on carpets
Nobody know who real or not
Nobody
Mr. Skeleton's got some moves; he can pull a devil and an angel
And he thinks that makes for the best storyline
Someone's got to tell him the truth
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
Cracks now appear for the light to enter
Twenty-something years mr. Thought Presenter
Wouldn't you agree, in every you and me
There is a gunner
Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called “Nevermind”
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song
to cry, go to march, go to die
I'm hoping you open your 3rd eye you couldn't see god if rode by
We on the other side of the moon...
we smoking my nigga we
My tides move high and low
But it all depends on Mr. Moon
When he's covered up
By the darkest nights
It's like terror fills the sky
And the water is
It's Mr. Never been shit, yours truly
A couple new hits wont move me
Mr. Playing With Some Hearts Like a Trickster
With a hand repping colors like
and i'm hugging the moon
On my Cudi shit
Higher than Astronauts
Why you say that you was for me
Now I look back and you bore me
Mr big shot no Robert Horry
swimming no Mr. Phelps
Few grand in the wishing well
Just wishing that wishing helped
It hasn't worked in these waters
Howl at the moon
So my brothers know
few,
He thought, "I must fill up, but what shall I do?"
(Oh oh oh )
Hungry taco, rolling in the moon's bright beam,
Dreaming of lettuce, cheese,
coming, with some cake
Dress up with pinky roses
My bigger darling, the moon have justice
Mr. Sun, should i
Dress pretty for this day
Memories that i
a small crack in the ceiling
Burst the Louisiana moon
It shone down on our bodies
And we began to croon
Like a couple of coyotes
We were howling
pronouncing it
Since Fairfield days
The beats I made
I may have quit drinking but dream the same
I was told this the moon
Like good luck, Mr. Rocket Shoes
I have the full moon fever
A black cat cut across my path
Put a spell on me Mademoiselle
I want somebody to love me back
I need somebody to love me
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
I'm comin' for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you,
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
I'm comin' for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you,
go
Bound by the Devil’s rope
People always called you
Sweet & mellow
But they didn’t have a clue
About your other side
Your Mr. Hyde
The one that
in the night, the moon shining on your face
Soul Saver, they call me heart breaker
I'm sorry for, the times before
Baby just know this, you might not
the night
When I'm washed by the river
I am born again
But what should I do about the man I turn into
Moonshine Blue
I'm Moonshine Blue
Mr Moonshine Blue
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