Lyrics:
Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys
Write a little note, boys
Set it off afloat, saying
Bless you, bless you, all of you
too bold
Bold enough to ask you if you really love me
In my shadows and in my dreams
And just one last thing
Please let me say
And that is
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
I don't know why
You think that you could hold me
When you couldn't get by by yourself
And I don't know who
Would ever wanna tear the seam
cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them
Boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio
the world in our hands
Ridge be the future, pull off on Rodeo, we wildin and chillin with girls in the Lamb
Or maybe the Tesla, all white, yeah we bringing
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said, 'No, would you come home to me?'
And I said, 'Hey, ramblin' boy, now
let it all be
Cloak it beneath dreams of oak and ivy
All of the wet town, trying to hide
Smoke it in laughter and sit thee outside
The black creak
while it's easy
Don't mind come on up and see me
Rag doll baby won't you do me like you done before
I'm feelin' like a bad boy
Mm just a like a bad
Super Mario cape, yeah, when I'm high
Gary Oak's Pidgeot, when I fly
Boy, I been the shit since I came out the labium
I remember when we had a lot of things to do
Impressed by all the words we read
And the heroes that we knew.
Climb on your your dream, a dream
Letting my cares pass me by
They dug up the fields today
They're building a mini mall
Here come the coffee chains
I'm watching the tall oaks fall
It's
spunk left
Kiss my arse, I'm still alive
You keep it nice and quiet boy, but please don't pacify me
I'm just not ready for the shade of an old oak
on a frozen stoop
He gets the walk-on-by from the business suit
See it happening every day, it don't have to be that way
Got a bomb for me and two for you
young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, by the way
Said he saw a boy that looked a lot like you up
I'm done I'm getting ghost
You cannot fuck with the team, we out here living the dream
Things may not always be what they seem cause that boy may just
Pointed right at me
I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old Nebraska town
, to fill this emptiness
Desert dreams, they call tonight
They call tonight
Along a ridge I see a scarlet flame
The rising sun has brought the day again
Surrounded by people but yet they feel alone
Who wonder round place to place because they have no home
Damn
I think it’s funny that words produce money
Like I
your golden boy
I will obey ev'ry golden rule"
Get told by the teacher
Not to day-dream
Told by my mother:
Be good Be good
Be good be good be
sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society
We are
GOT TO SEE THE SNOW
AND IT'S CALLING ME BACK HOME
WHERE EVERY WINDOW ON THE STREET
HAS A BIG OLE LIT UP TREE
STRANGERS PASS YOU BY
WITH A TWINKLE IN
to take a
Sail on Jamaica Bay with you,
And fair Canarsie's Lakes we'll view.
The city's bustle cannot destroy
Oh, the dreams of a girl and boy
We'll
charms us so
When balmy breezes blow to and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great
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