Lyrics:
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
(uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah, haha)
Reach for
care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway
I won't be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with
And you're all about the chase
But you won't ever let me catch you
And I wish I was the same
But I know I'm gonna let you
Win again and when I do
It's
Are you by yourself
Is there someone else
Baby, I've got a suggestion yeah
Why don't you just get out of here with me baby
'Cause it's too many
from the plane
Pours pink champagne
She toasts her loyal trio
It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival
Let them hear
cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild
And if by chance
to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you
the water
Even if the Earth crumbles under my feet
Even if the ones I love turn around and crucify me
I won't never ever let you down
I won't fall
I
Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
There are people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let
your possession
And you are my obsession
Little stink it, wanna drink it, woman drink it, wouldn't let me go, let me go
Down, down, down, down, down
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
Garfield's been shot down low"
Lord, I knew the President was supposed to be down the depot that day
But I just wouldn't let myself believe that he'd been
the Fannin Street women gonna kill me
Well, you might as well let me go'
Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town
I went
Yeah, 'cause we wont let nothing, or no-one, keep getting us down
Maybe you and I could pack our bags and hit the sky
Then fly away from here
the lightning strike
A Polaroid caught in the act
You're married too and that's a fact
But I won't peek and I won't squeak
Down by the trucks on Christopher
we'll have the massed Alberts on by then, won't we?"
"Just whisper it"
"Two, three, four"
You fasten up your beaded gown
Then you try to tie me down
Do you work it out one by one
Or played in combination
You throw out your gold teeth
Do
I can't hold what you won't let go;
So I need you to fall.
Into my arms, I, won't let you down now
Just want to believe in something that true
and I'll let you in
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down
Won't
Let's have a hand for that young cowboy and wish him better luck next time
I hope we'll see him up in Fargo or somewhere farther down the line
This
the lightning strike
A Polaroid caught in the act
You're married too and that's a fact
But I won't peek and I won't squeek
Down by the trucks on Christopher
lovin'
Can rearrange your life
And when we get it together, girl
You can be my wife
You see, I got this forty acres
Down by the Johnsons' creek
I
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