Lyrics:
trade places in the bruce version)
Going the wrong way on a one way street
Sleeps with my head down by her feet
She don't need an incontinal sheet
feels good
To know that you're by my side
It feels good to know that you're there for me (oh)
It feels good to know that you'll always be around
It
to die
I can't hold my breath
Months go by no less
'Cause it's ten to three and there's no one around (You don't need to)
Reels go by and year go
Puddles to splash
Sun in the sky
Waddling fast
Wings up high
[Chorus]
Quack quack quack
Hear their sound
Three little ducks
Feet on the ground
[Verse 3
Sick motherfuckers!
Go head, throw up nigga
Yea yea ok, I know you
I know, I know
[Verse 1]
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never,
dance.
I can't dance.
Besides I look so awful in these braces.
If that boy wants me to dance, I'll just die.
I'm so tall, and he's about three feet high.
If Young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count
still walk by feet or get the train [Ass]
What you wanna eat? (except some ass)
[Your filth doesn’t cost a dollar] (Yo!)
I can work this all day [DAWG]
I
make it quarters
We'll cut each half, make it quarters
By making each half smaller
We have one, two, three, four slices of pizza now!
They are all
Mario said to Tico
I have a longer telescope
'Cause mine's five feet and yours is three
So mine is longer by two feet
We go hey-o, who has a longer
pray for you nigggas
that’s praying i fail
prey what i call you
you tryna get me off my square.
circle get smaller & smaller
when you in search
through so much money that I need three hands to count it
I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it
I was a country kid through and through
I got my bare feet bit by a wreckin' crew
Of fire ants on a mission
For total domination of the font yard
The Old Bog Road: Teresa Brayton
My feet are here on Broadway
This blessed harvest morn,
But oh! the ache thatÂ?s in my heart
For the spot where I
should not be scared of where we put our feet
Just imagine how mama's life was hanging by a thread
No words could've been said to her baby boy in the shed
Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind
If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind
I know just where my feet
the street
Move your feet move your feet
To the poppin' funky beat
[Verse 3]
Cars drive by honking horns
Streetlights flicker it's the norm
People dance in
the street
Move your feet move your feet
To the poppin' funky beat
[Verse 3]
Cars drive by honking horns
Streetlights flicker it's the norm
People dance in
I have a tale to tell
I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air
Trying to release my fathers hands from my throat
I looked into his eyes
Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
Then I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
moo
Farmer: don't tell me it wasn't cause I saw it and that was out
Cow: moo
Farmer: by at least 3 feet that's how far, come in look there is still
Yeah, I wake up and get geeked, I ain't even put my socks on, it's cold air all on my feet
Louie jacket cost me three, I put piss all on my teeth
I
smaller
So they'd rise out of all the blue
A sunflower wished
That he was taller
So by magic Bill and Joe got small
While the blossom dripped
Of his gold
engines roar
The countdown's done we're ready for more
The Earth below gets smaller each mile
As we reach the stars with a giant smile!
5 4 3 2 1 blast
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