Lyrics:
There's an old brass
Standing there at the top
Without her witch's broom
It almost seemed like a knocking shop
When the girls came out of their rooms
of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife
of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days
with the Christmas for haze
on my back,
Of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days with the Christmas
For haze on my back,
brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days with the Christmas
For haze on my back, stripped out
'Cause I'm made of gold, brass
And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass
So when I was young
It didn't make any sense
And when I grew up
It made just
Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings
When the distant sea blended with the sky
Past coliseum's filled with brass on pavements
down to brass tacks and relax
When I'm human again
So sweep the dust from the floor
Let's let some light in the room
I can feel, I can tell someone
The love cry of the traveling man goes
No one knows who I am
But I'm as priceless as a brass ring
That's losing the heat from your hand
A quiet
GUITAR & PIANO INTRO)
well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head
had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
well, sun is shinin' on me
to hear it
everybody's trying to make it
heard it all a million times
grab the brass ring before it falls down
wish they'd all just go away
pearl
There's a big brass band in the park today
Those low notes speak what my mouth can't say
Can I read your every letter, turn your every page?
Can I
deep and they knuckles is brass, ho
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
So if you
society's got -
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well
Kick that shit...
I don't drink brass monkey
Like to be funky
Nickname Bullet Loc
Your 8-ball junkie
Bass drum kickin' to show my shit
Rockin',
shit do you know who I am
I'm tha man who fuckin hitcho face wit tha brass
Brass knuckles on my hands so I can't crawl back
Keep it all check yes I'm
breaking lax,
Thinking of counting stacks,
Making racks, voiding tax,
Know I be oozing class,
Thinking brass, fixing past,
Shody be getting diligent,
y hoy mas unidos que ayer
y con mas fuerza
America Brass... Brass..
y nada Mas.
Que mala suerte por el amor
que triste es vivir asi
con tus
Levantando las manos RPTA BRASS
moviendo la cintura RPTA BRASS
con movimiento sexy UHHHH
este ritmo nuevo que traigo para ti……..
Levantando las manos,
nuh inna wi class
Fi wi pocket a gold while fi dem a brass
And when wi a roll a we and the dogs
Some drop top bimmer and some gyal inna drawse
Wi a chop
ahí ahíiiiii…… ahí ahí ahí ahí
El baile de la botella
Brass 8 compases
Uyyy me dicen que cuando ella baila,
(te agarra y te aprieta de verdad)
me dicen
you like it or not
Brass knuckle with this knife on the side
Prison beef put the knife in his side
Kill a geese I don't like how it flied
It's rare
Intro Expectancy
Techno Massive Kick
Synth & Arp Hypnotic
Monster Brass
Basic Ask Melody
Basic Response Melody
Breakdown Melody Revealed
Complex
dodge from the past until it flashes back
Never think about God until your Gasping the last
Aaaah who's got the brass to Bring the brass to task?
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