Lyrics:
crapping in your pants a poopy brown sort of mess
Get burnt like umber found floating under
The boardwalk with the lumber Mark Dago, Roo, and Gunnar
It's
to hear the profound brown vomiter
Absorb the sonic energy manifestin' through your monitor
The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
Mr. Man, in
[Jill Scott]
I see your true color, shining through
I see your true color, and thats why I love you
I see your true color, shining through
I see your
a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chopped these drums off
Truly Yours, G Rap
Actual fact, relax
In this land of lyrical lost, black
I'm not the cool
mmm
That's what keeps me from going under, ooh
Imagine passing through your shadow
A fly-by angel at your window, yes, indeed
Ooh, oh yeah
Am I
update your passion
Only reason I be eye chattin its when its time for some action
I wanna hit it way way out like john paxton
But for now I just gotta
look past the failures and tries
Minor setback for the come back, yeah that happens sometimes
Just get back on your grind and keep ya eyes on the prize
Had a taste once and I can't get enough
Mesmerized by the green in yo eyes
Takin it back by the swag in yo stry
I done got picked up by the love boat
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
the numbers
Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat
I'm 'bout to tap it on your shoulder cause you got to know
Raise your hands in the air, everybody
To keep you loving me
And its just to much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what your going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
and nights we left behind,
Hopefully we find back again and I'll
Blinded by the stars in your brown eyes
(ooo ooo ooo)
I loved you for a very long time,
all
she wore
The little boy's coat was all tattered and torn
And tears hung in his blue eyes
Why Don't you go home to your mother I said
And this was
called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
shining
If I could I know where I'd be
In a little town in Italy
Close your eyes, come away with me
Tomorrow we will be
Sitting by the seaside
are signs of the times
Tryna keep peace of mind, guess I'm flawed by design
Pray to God to keep my sister alive
Down the Hennessy to keep
night
One night is all you get
She'll be gone by morning
Her face you forget
Sweet crystal
Your life won't be the same
Won't be the same
In the eyes
night
One night is all you get
She'll be gone by morning
Her face you forget
Sweet crystal
Your life won't be the same
Won't be the same
In the eyes
career!
A tan and brown briefcase, seven feet tall, is lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he exits the bungalow with a can of crisco
have to haul you all in
And keep all that money for evidence I said well son when you're hot you're hot
When you're hot you're hot and when you're not
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
died
He looked me right straight in the eye
Said, "Here's some words to get you by
To help you on the journey of your life"
You'll need a hero
three
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker
Dressed cool, never known to freak
Outside
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