Lyrics:
Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing
My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying
Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across
Not
He made the house he built a home
Heart to heart
And stone by stone
After all this time
It still stands
He's a brick and mortar man
He was my
to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear
"He's singing bloody well, you know!" My partner says to me
Then one by one, each German voice
the thought that
This story ends with me losing you
I walked by the meadow where we
Sat and watched the sunset as
I played and sang my songs to you
My heart
and opium, numb
Someone plays 2 Pac out the jukebox
The bartender slacks off
I swirl my glass for some new rocks
The record skips the records skips and now
broken by the country within
But today I got my hand on my heart
I might go and plant a flag in my yard
Man fuck it!
Two years of saying ‘Yes We Can’
wasn’t even deep
Soul per se it was - like
All the records the two men made
Together with those virtuosi
Of understatement
The Hodges brothers - a supernal
day
And wishes that he had one last goodbye, he sang
So long my friend
Until we meet again
I miss you, and I know you miss me too
And it’s not right
When I was young
I'd listened to the radio
Waitin' for my favourite songs
When they played I'd sing along
It made me smile
Those were such
to wonder why
God would send His only Son upon this earth to die
The conviction of my heart brings a tear to my eye
And keep reality far from me, I just want
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed
He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it
Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots
Lookin' for my
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
lines,
Something been custom made out in Hollywood
But when you get done gazing at he outside
You better start checking out the inside
If you want
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
(rat)
I call him like, "Listen, the extra two-fifty" (bought him)
He stankin' somebody shitted (stank)
He a demon at heart, so he with it (demon)
He
Bly got in an awful fight
I was standing on the corner when I heard my bulldog bark
Barking at the two men gambling there in the dark
Chorus:
He was
in the morning sky was clear
And I felt my lover near
Two legs, two arms, one heart,
One home
Now he sings into my ear
My love I'm not going anywhere
faction
Might see me with on a Kirkwood block
With a east-side Chevy rider named Big Block
Or Moreland Ave with my top on drop
Radio on Pac just gripping my
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
when the lights out
He don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh
Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now
Hit it from the back with my
To the gig at Che Stadium two years later
Every record in the Top Forty on both sides of the Atlantic
is written by Lennon McCartney
And finally they get into
I dreamed there was a melody,
Drove everyone insane
I sang it oh, so happily
The notes were full of pain
And in my dream there was a boy,
His mind
to him along the way
But he’d tell me all about it when we’d meet another day
He said I hear your songs on the radio, they play you all the time
And if
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