Lyrics:
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
Except, maybe Helen
And um, I liked the lyrics so much I started singing my own tune to it, you know
The first thing that come to my mind
Hey, lemme see
A little times a lot better than no time
Take it day by day, this is a slow grind
Spread a little love, you know I don’t mind
Take your time with it,
yeah
It's been hard
It's been hard for a nigga yeah
I been grooving yet alone to another tune
All these voices in my head singing different tunes
a free and gentle flower growin' wild
And if by chance I should hold her (Hold her)
Let me, let me hold her for a little while
And if I had but one
Oh
This tune goes out too the chick I just met, at the train station
With her skinny jeans on
Her little indie pumps
You now what I'm talking it
(twenty)
Don't fuck 'em by the one, fuckin' them by the two (nah)
I got water drippin' out my jewels (water)
If it ain't Actavis, nigga, it ain't approved
of these niggas they fake
All of these niggas they phony
If you a pussy ass nigga then you not my homie
Rather just stay by my lonely
Skate on a bitch like
My life is a slideshow
Single frame indigo
Put the music up to 10, they be asking where I've been
I'll show you the world, frame by frame
my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
don't blow
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass
don't blow
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass
hitch.
And it's miles to go to make the next gig
It's a fiddle tune dancing in my head
Sing another song for those gone
Under the light of the old buck
have a little taste, got a light
Would you be my starship
Take me to the moon
High up we're so in tune
Hope we don't come down no time soon my starship
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
pays off with that green
So I pay my dollar, catch a ride,
Arrive my destination
Build up mileage
My life ain't a lie
I can not be complacent
Tune
we met when I had worked at Hollister
She love my hair and by that I guess you guess Adrianna
Cause, she had worked in the salon right next
when you thought I was fine, we're runnin' a little behind
Nipsey was tryin' to tell you this a marathon
Only listen to Minister Farrakhan
Oh my God,
I'm comfortable by her I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister
They thought I was scared to ask them
Bust a nut then hit
of Spanish coffee
Drifting from the local pincho bars
I say Hola as locals walk by me
As I tune the strings on my guitar
And ahead is many miles of walking
tone and that third trombone has to go
The man could not be deafer, so please, preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera
stranger to emotion, wear my pain and deeper notions on my sleeve.
Might sing a little folk song, or an old-time rock n' roll tune.
Don't care, cause I got
the wind I heard this crying
Like a heart broke cried a tune
I turned my collar up and went inside.
Well, I saw this smiling waitress
Joshing friendly
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