Lyrics:
Mama makes the music and she makes the news,
She dances all night in her golden shoes.
She's high flying, going, going, gone.
She'll be halfway
favorite cup
That's why I know, yes, I know
Hallelujah, I just love her so
When I'm in trouble and I have no friend
I know she'll go with me until
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
With dessert, she'll want tea
And, my dear, that's fine with me
While the cups do their soft-shoeing
I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing
I'll get
When I drew the tin I grinned, but I very soon got skinned
By a girl by the name of Maggie May
Oh, Maggie, Maggie May, they've taken you away
favorite cup
That's why I know, yes, I know
Hallelujah, I just love her so
When I'm in trouble and I have no friend
I know she'll go with me until
and his guitar
To blaze across the heavens
Like a brilliant shooting star
The middle-aged Madonna
Calls her neighbor on the phone
Day by day
did hear us
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
Instead they speed ahead yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in none of my beef
I'm a ride
the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in
Maybe she'll pick him
yells, lyrics'll excel
Rappers gettin' smoked
You can smell the hot shells
Your style is fake, snake, well dramatized
You might as well be a
Singer but
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
As bright as you are, don't get burned by your lucky star
Bright as you are, don't get burned by your lucky star
Written down in hard bound books
a sparrow taking flight,
Encumbered by your fright.
Why won't you let me guide you to the light?
I'm holding out my heart
To show you where to start.
Too-ry-ah
Fol-le-diddle-dah
Me Day-fol-le
Dai-rie oh
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle
damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions
that? Cause if you ain't clown,
We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down
[Chorus]
[Mia X]
Hey yo Snoop (I used to)
I used to cook
Spearhead marching onward,
Take my soul sacrificial offering.
Your initial strike taken by surprise,
Now left alone, condemned
By my pride,
gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a punka (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
by
So baby just hold on
It wont be like this for long
One day soon she'll be a teenager
And at times you'll think she hates him
Then he'll walk her
quite an imposition and now she's only wishin'
That she would have listened to the words they said
Poor Taylor
She just wanders around, unaffected by
unaffected by,
The winter winds here, she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles, from here.
Well Peter Patrick
There is something on your mind
By the way you look at me
Something on your mind, oh, honey
By the way you look at me
Can what you're thinking
Bring
to pry inside your mind
You are as brilliant as truth and empty as a shell
And I came to you one night and it made me feel like hell
Oh, to reach
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