Lyrics:
of alchemy
Iliaster!
All of this (a) legend of the great man Bombast, the second Trismegist, Philip Theophrast
Old hidden treasures, three we will find
(anna mcgarrigle/philip tatartcheff)
Moi, j'me promene sur ste cath'rine
J'profite d'la chaleur do metro
J'ne regarde pas dans les vitrines
Quand il
predict)
Are my sources correct
(I predict)
They're gonna find the Queen is a man
But that Philip don't care
(I predict)
Lassie will prove that Elvis
and
Tell me what'd you take?
I took the tongue of Philip Jung
And left it in the lake
But my dear I think I fear
That you had lost your way
'Cause
Whistling boy that's Philip, he's our drummer
He does the theme from endless summer
You know he's waiting out in our ride
Throw the money in the van
It
between us.
Catching the last bus halfway through I'm So Glad.
These are my memories.
These are my memories,
Coming home.
Philip and me and 'the
as the pressure comes to test ya
Hundred-pound weight around the neck daily
Nuff treasons, nuff reasons like Philip Bailey
Can't get enough of that funky stuff
got the San Andreas fault line blues
One hundred Philip Kaufmans with Sin City patches on their vests
And a hundred grievous angels whom in nudie
Philip Drummond (Hey, hey)
I feel the disrespect from your side
And I get to gunning
Open my book bag, and see drugs
You can pick a substance
Wе send
the icon Mister Philip Bailey
Don't, never change, no
band
Scott's on the spaghetti pot
Linda's crashing lids
Philip hits the skillet
Tim taps the muffin tins
Gretal plays the kettle
Suzie plays the spoons
of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips
wants it now
Oh Mr. Strange
Oh Mr. Strange
Oh Mr. Strange
You're very weird
Sister Philip bitchin' on the telephone
Some handsome scary creature
worth in that Saint T.
Or on Philip and C., or atop that CP3
But the B.G....workin' on kickin' that D
Now, can I...collect my gain? Stack my change?
Can
bother
To even bother
Benjamins mariguana
Micheal brought a keg
The skaters are high on mushrooms
Passing out hits of LSD
Philip wants to be
as the pressure comes to test ya
Hundred-pound weight around the neck daily
Nuff treasons, nuff reasons like Philip Bailey
Can't get enough of that funky stuff
There was an old miner
With a mule named Diner
His name was Philip Morris
Well, bless my soul
And one spring day
As he went along his way
He made
baby, shake her tail
Yes, it's one false move and you're dead, you've got to know when to bail
Sam Spade, James Bond, Philip Marlow, secret agent
thrill I once enjoyed
When Gilmore, Liberace, Pat Conway, the great Creator
W.C. Handy, and John Philip Sousa
All came to town on the very same historic
love alive
Sir Thomas had insomnia, he couldn't sleep at night
I bought a little arsenic, he's sleeping now all right
Sir Philip played the harp, I
Окей, да может перепутал
Не, ты правда банчил рубль
Кинул суку, вот God damn
Пошел в бутик от Philip Plain
Что с того? Сука хочет быть со мной
Да бля
DICE QUE ESTA A MI LADO
PERO NO LA VEO BABY QUEDE EN PECAO (PECAO)
TODOS LOS PHILIPS ENROLAOS
DICE QUE NO PARA Y YO NO PARO CANSAO
E UNA GOLOSINA
build up
Banks and pan the hilluh
Banks them call me Philip
Banks particular substance
Banks so presidential
Banks with the Obamas
Flip di
fumandome un philip
Nunca pense que podias tardar, yo fui un juego solo para ti,
tantas partidas que pude aguantar y ahora ya no se ni que mierda sentir
Yo,
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