Lyrics:
you're blowin'
My mind with the things you say to me
I like the way you comb your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
It's just the little
Ros, talking dross
Cognitive landscapes painted by Bob Ross, hours lost
The only difference is that when you wake up you still think these things
Whilst
Jean Claude: Now Madame Blueberry was a sad little berry
She lived by herself in a house in a tree.
Her butlers would show up each morning at nine
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
wishes it could inhale
Every single little thing you said and make it expel
Every single word you sputter just to get your piece, but it really doesn't
be
We can't do any worse than The Godfather 3
We're doing a sequel
The studio wants more
While they wait for Tom Hanks to make Toy Story 4
I thought
the '90's want more than satisfaction
They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things
If you want to, I'll show you, just what the Ab can bring
I keep
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
to water, those sweet young things were better
A new past time that turned my head around
Watchin' girls go by, me oh my
Oh, what a lovely way to spend
At first when I was young and small I've thought that life was made of
All the little things the day by day things peanut butter children's
She ain't nothing like the bourbon in my blood
Gets me high for a little while and then it's over
She ain't one of those move-on Mondays
Back
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
I wanna do all those little things
I wanna pack up
Set myself a sail
New life, never gonna fail
No matter what stands in my way
I wanna find
Sometimes we feel the power of God's great
Hands are felt by some not worthy
While those who sing and praise God's
Name seemed to be passed by
But
a thousand miles east
Fifty dollars and a gas card in my pocket
That I'm thinkin' might already be maxed out
That's just one of those little, crazy things
Well nigga roll me a mic
And let me smoke it til' I'm high
If you ever seen me rock than you know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
Me and JB and Sonny, we grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers, closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little three-piece band
Yeah we
that bound us
Are still around us
There?s no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
How to make amends for the things they say
The girls avoid the stormy sky
But I and my cloudy face
Will be gone, high-tailing out of here
Is
(how's the family)
(how's the family)
Mama, you tell me how's the family
And papa, tell me how thing's going by you
And little baby sister, I heard
chair
Cause if there's one thing that I like about those girls, it's their hair.
I want hair like you
(Don't wanna be a slob)
I want hair like you
(Just
And everything 'bout you
Smoke filled lungs tonight
And every body else got it every night
Well why's it only gotta be you and I
Few little things
Few little
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