Lyrics:
sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Well, I pawned my Smith Corona
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
check it
Smith & Wesson, "Lethal Weapons"
Like Detective Wesley on the rise
I been on a roll
Take you for a ride
I been on the road
Know these niggas
the album cover by now
You know that my name is what my name is
When I came in here to try and
Do this, something I've never done before
Mr jones, Booker T,
BABY BABY BYE BYE
Writers Jerry Lee Lewis, Hughie Piano Smith
Ev'rything I say, is wrong
Ev'ry'thing I do, goes wrong
My honey's tellin' me, 'So
Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper
Dang, dang, dang, skeet, skeet, skeet
She do that thing for three retweets
The album feel like '92
Now take that ball 'fore
down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Well, I pawned my Smith-Corona
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down
Welcome to D.R.E.A.M.'s Really Exercise A Mind
The art expressed on this album was intended to be viewed while the eyes are closed
This album may
not see his Mother when the work's all done this fall
Submitted by Dennis Smith, Oak Ridge, NC
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
(Intro)
Yeah, we ridin' out tonight,
Smith & Wesson by my side,
In the moonlight, we aim right,
Every cowboy's pride.
(Verse 1)
Step into
thing I knew, I was listening to an album called 'freak out!' by the mothers of invention. I became very interested in their concept of music, their
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin'
They leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album
Should’ve been playin ball but I love being a wordsmith
Young fresh prince but my mom's ain’t name me Will Smith (Nope)
Smith and Wesson, Brodie he
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
The Fall of the House of Usher - An Opera by (1991)
Libretto by Chris Judge Smith from the tale by Edgar Allen Poe
The Characters:
THE CHOIR -
From the album catch the wind
Josie, I won't fail ya,
I won't fail you, have no fear.
Josie, I won't fail ya,
Give me one more chance, the day is
are now hearing
Is an AI generated voice that is here to bring you
And the album, closer than ever before
So without further ado, by the grace of God
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be doin'
the jungle with no rules
We run this forest bitch, we live by the water
We eat the fruits nigga and we speak the prophets that empowers strong prophecies
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold
Moon14day-1985-600c
Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
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