Lyrics:
Dawn sings in the garden
Phone sings in the hall
This boy's dead from two day's life
Resurrected by the call
Penny here, we've got to come, so
And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he worth
Steppin' Out - Written By Joe Jackson
Now
The mist across the window hides the lines
But nothing hides the colour of the lights that shine
[Performed by Billie Joe Armstrong]
I ain't a politician
I'm just a bad musician
Whatcha gonna do for me?
Do you have a taste for
Sex and blood
ask that Jesus come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Were you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with
I'm a tortured soul, I live in disguise
Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5
I died in my sleep, I'm still Big Pimpin'
I ball at the mall,
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
squad, pretty broads
Bread Winner superstars, no façade
Designer store inside the mall, goin' hard
Let 'em know that I'm a dog, live by the law, ball
from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
To all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin?
All the real niggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
'Ms Jackson' and the
Celebratory gender-appeasing 'Call Before
I Come'
Andre, who's stripped down to the
Waist by midway point
Is the most riveting
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you.
Jambalaya (On the Bayou)
(Hank Williams)
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh,
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
Crow and most hyperbole
Recalling Uncle Joe and early Harper Lee
Perfect southern gothic history.
A young boy was murdered, he was only ten
This
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
fall to the ground
Turn to brown through the day just like you
Live for the day
I see your heart is empty I've got plenty
Joe come ride with me
I
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
LIVE BY THE GUN
AND YOU WELL WELL BIT BY THE FUN
AND WHEN JA JA GUY COME
THE BABYLON THEM HAVE TO RUN
MARKY MARK:
WE NEED O-N-E
L-O-V-E
Well, the good times scratched a laugh
From the lungs of the young men
In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon
And the old ones by the door
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