Lyrics:
the mountains got the snow, Cali's got the beach
Memphis got the soul, Atlanta's got the beats, but
Y'all, I'm going nowhere (oh-oh-oh)
'Cause I'm stuck in
Yeah
Hmm
Yeah
Everyones been to the mountains
Been to the mountains been to the mountains
Everyones been to the mountains
Been to the mountains been
Well I walked up to the mountain
And to the mountain I walked
And up there on that mountain
I met a tiny ox
I said, "Hey there Ox,
a mountain range
Her imagination was on the run
Toys were scattered everywhere
Tossed aside without a care
Only thing was beyond compare
You see
The box
Well I've been traveling over mountains
Even through the valleys, too
Well I've been traveling night and day
Running all the way
Baby, trying to get
like mountain ice
Like fires at a feast
And whenever I want to feel like this again I know
Mysteries
Always grow
Mysteries
You know...
You are my box
Now that we have cleaned the shit off these rocks
With the Sacred Shroud of Turin
We will be able to proceed down the mountain
Without
the snacks. Apparently you're supposed to show up with oranges and water. I showed up with a case of Mountain Dew and a box of Twinkies. My team won 47
Mahjong
A dragon’s head painted in Gold
A sword of jade lies in woods of old tales
A silver shark
Jumps over waves
A mountain said to be home of lost
the fingers like red fox (in Los Angeles)
You can make it on a light blue box, yea (in Los Angeles)
Cause that's how California rolls
Say when I pass you that
Like a genie in the bottle
Or a scotch on the rocks
I find you when I want to
In a God-shaped box
I could breathe the air off a mountain top
But I
I found a ring deep inside a box on a dead-end street
And you were there watching me
But I didn't know, I couldn't see
I was lost, asleep inside
seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coup de Ville
Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box
I can't lie (I can't lie)
I can't tell you that I'm
inside the fantasy
And with these inclinations
They will design a little box for you to play in
Aimless sharks don't react to soft attentions
They
near
Broken circles
Incomplete dreams
In the box
Out the box
Covered in tar
But I'll always be your
Chassidic reggae super star
Breaking out
Promises
Just a box of empty promises
Empty Promises
Empty Promises
Empty Promises
Empty Promises
Just a box of empty promises
I was climbing up the mountain
a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coup de Ville
Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box
I can't lie (I can't lie)
I can't tell you that I'm
Under the island, middle of a mountain
There is a big bad boomin' system
Blowin' speakers, woofers and tweeters
Amplifiers, melted wires
When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles,
it's all for
This is more than a demonstration
This is gone all the way to the top of the mountain
All the way to the top of the mountain
This is not
with ivory skin, eyes of sea green
Hair of pale gold
Dancing in a music box, singing in the garden
I call you Merrygold, dressed in white
Silk winding
of heroes, a couple of villains too
With a bottles of jack and juice, and 2 liter of Mountain Dew
And a bucket, a box of screw
I imagine you're not surprised,
The mountains and the seas
Made you wonderful, beautiful, marvelously
Let the whole world see your
True beauty
Don't know much about Dolce and Gabbana
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