Lyrics:
Crazy silly monsters
They think everything is great
Black and white not colour
Eight by ten, no bigger
Not tonight it ain't...
forever sing
You're full of mysteries
Your records are Unbeatable
You're great, so great
The older i get, is the more of you i see
You're God all by
Why am the only one who sees
This "Great Nation" was built by minorities
Steal a culture call it your own
A melting pot of thievery alone
Public
window sill
There is help for raw souls
A language for the shy
You don't have to say hello
But look them in the eye
Two things, a great fog
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
don't forget to keep faith
Got the bible close by and I feeling safe
They too complicated
Young nigga stay in your place
Know that I'm feeling jaded
I
Right about now, you're about to be possessed
By the sounds of Cool N Dre and Freeway
Hit it
Young Philly from the block, y'all, rockstar
This
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
One, two, one, two, three, four
Things were rather different in great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work
you can keep it alive
But I don't care if I fuck up
I'm going on a date with a rich white lady
Ain't life great?
Give me one good reason not to do
Where have all our heroes gone what's come over our great land
America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone
I saw a group
strong, and feeling
maybe happy,
small and great at the same time.
So We’re lost and confused
But I hope we’re shielded by you.
My beautiful sky
There are seven of red and there are six of white
It's the blood and truth of the stars and stripes
Through a perilous night with our banner waved
In
They're red, they're white, they're brown
They get that way underground
There can't be much to do
So now they have blue ones too.
We don't care
and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right, hit
Party hard in London
Wake up in Dubai
Sunset in Menorca
I'm petrified
Great Wall in China
Niagara waterfalls
There's just so much to appreciate this
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
I love my motorcycle
It gets me around this funny town
Pass the chaos by, in this great big world
And no one knows what they're talkin' about
I
(Lyrics / Music--Lou Reed) Published by MGM Music
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("Get your fingers in.")
Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another
given by the other
Black kids
Colorism was an old religion they
Were practicing
Where White washing is Baptism
Back then it was all jokes
Funny now
as all beautiful dies
A ruler's tool, a priest's excuse, a tyrant's delight
I alone, the great white hunter
I'll march 'til the dawn brings me rest
niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cause I be duckin' crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is
a magpie confronted by the great expanse of his ignorance, he wanted to name it, to detain it, forever in that small phrase. It seemed like a shame, to give
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
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