Lyrics:
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
crumbled into dust rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
they've crumbled into dust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
homes
And illuminate the worlds of the ghosts
Ears ring and teeth click and
Ears ring and teeth click and
Ears, ears, ears ring and teeth click
before the rocks of God
Wearing rings and wearing shiny things
Lay your head upon the living dust
If I die today just let me sleep.
Fizzled out in a fever,
Dust off
I need to Shake some of that Rust off
Make the magic ring from the strings once more
I'm not some over-the-hill Rock 'N Roller
I've got songs
Girl you left me trust
Left me in the road like dust
It's Trippy
Girl you left me with no trust
And that shit fucked me up
Left me in the road like
crumbled into dust rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
they cried
Fully awake and swept in the flood
Torrential chaos pouring down
And every raindrop rings like a drum
Up from the dirt and back to dust
Cycle
Don't sweep your dust under my rug
I don't raid your beer fridge when I'm thirsty
I don't ring your doorbell after nine
I don't call your lover when I'm
Everybody's gonna pray
On the very last day
When they hear that bell
Ring the world away
Everybody's gonna pray to the heavens on the Judgment
[Melle Mel]
Melle Mel with the clientele
I'm gonna rock your chime and ring your bell
See I'm so bad and I'm so light
A lot of rhyme on a dime to make
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
embarking and solemn barking mad journey of self-exploration to clarity
Potions, Incantations
Inflammation of the brain cells
Insane bells they ring
It was fucking joke
Ring ring ring on my phone
I am so happy oh no
My dream pull is so cold
Welcome to my tier
Looking o my shit
Baby is so real
The glass breaks all around me, all i hear is noise.
The wind blows through the hills, all i see is dust.
Criss cross applesauce please excuse my
an exterminator running low on dust
I'm bug powder itchin' and it can't be trussed
Inter zone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia
I gotta get a typewriter that's
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
[Melle Mel]
Melle Mel with the clientele
I'm gonna rock your chime and ring your bell
See I'm so bad and I'm so light
A lot of rhyme on a dime to make
the digital dash don't crash, yeah (yeah)
I got a teeth full of stacks and a ring full of racks
And I flex with the Rick Owens mask, yeah (yeah, yeah)
And my
an exterminator running low on dust
I'm bug powder itchin' and it can't be trussed
Inter zone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia
I gotta get a typewriter that's
they've crumbled into dust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
a ring around a rose
and watch what you love become ash on the road
Dust it off, walk it out
I won't take your shit anymore
Stronger now than yesterday
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