Lyrics:
And you still got it in your drawer even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn
From the album fairytale
Circus of Sour,
Holds shows every hour,
The lion is eating the bars, hey the bars.
I was erected,
The poor man is expected
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
From the album mellow yellow
On the sidewalk the people are hustling and bustling,
They ain't got no time so they think on the thing
That will fill
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
burned
You're still the one for me
Words and music by richard reisser and robert alsterberg
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
On the porch in Ocean Park Maine
There's an American flag waving
Since 1881
I wonder if it has something to say
About how it has been used
Thirty years you been draggin' your feet
Tellin' me I'm the reason we're stagnant
Thirty years you've been claiming you're honest
And promising
This song was first released on the Autograph album. It is the only album it has been released on.
He was stranded in some tiny town
On fair
more hustle and bustle
And no more telephone lines
And now that we're here
Let's grab all our gear
And off we go
Words and music by john denver
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
and down for yes, and side to side for no
Right, okay, erm.. Redman, I hear that you're a rapper
If you had your chance to create your own album
In your
Cool umm, the next song we're gonna do
Is a song by a really good friend of mine
He's actually featured on my
Original Black Radio album
He co-wrote
gotta get an album out
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart
It's
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
clearly immune
We lead
Charmed lives
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "V-Deep"
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you're
gonna give ya twenty-thousand dollars
Which is approximately four times the cost
Of the average rock and roll
Album to manufacture and, uh
You're going
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