Lyrics:
And three young girls who cried
The west coast is falling
I see rocks in the sky
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool
He said with
And three young girls who cried
The west coast is falling
I see rocks in the sky
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool
He said with
by all your old instruments and fashion books
three years will keep you angry
angry angry
plenty angry and enthused
right into a state of static
will and again I think I won't
Sometimes, I do, then again I think I don't
Looked down at my watch, it was a half past one
We at a rock 'n' roll
[Chorus x2]
Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored (x2)
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2)
Uh, I used to rock a double X L
Now
intense
Area's dense with the flow from the sentence
Engine powered by five hundred horses
Press by a threat of joint forces
For emcee's who spit
hair
His fireman, Jack Dixon, was standing by his side
Awaiting for strict orders while in the cab to ride
Georgie's mother came to him with
his hands
Later that same night, awoken by wolfen's cry
The Arab cold with fear, saw the rock began to rise
Rise
The son of a shepherd, Abdul
fast
I said days roll by I watch them pass
Yeah you want to roll with Rock
And party with the crews that just don't stop uh huh
Rolllin'
You got me
Swimmin' with the great whites
Drownin' in the deep waters, know you got 3 daughters
Could use some resources, nah, we just need order
I got my own bad
a couple cookie crumbles and compulsions
Y'all reside inside of temples but my body's an encumbrance
Minus three to movement speed, stagger stagger crawl
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
fence
Down by the old country road
And watch the cars go rushin' by
And disappear like ghosts
Out where the sky meets the amber waves
Yeah I'm a rock in
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
thing that I ever seen
I'm going to name you Maybellene
Flying on the beam, set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock and roll
Two, three hours
Hypnotic, robotic, this here will rock your bodies
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Systematic, ecstatic, this hit be
pack powijam całą torbę
Biało gówno wygląda jak Colgate
Pchamy movement pizdo no cap
Jesteśmy dobrzy w tym a ty się nie nadajesz
To nie Milly Rock
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
hangin' out like it was bit by a Terrier
And where I'm from, niggas ain't got that many options
On the corner with the rock, give and go, we ran
Interstellar Rock Star
Words by Mark Emery
Music by: Mark Emery/Ivan Jewel
c2013
ISRC: GB-NLF-15-00310
Interstellar Rock Star (Revisited).
off this little sesh
And set the tone
Easy as 1 2 3
Singin like do re mi
Let's rock with the ones we need
Smiles for the whole damn team
Let's drive
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
One.. two.. one, two, three
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
Non-stop rappin to the break
a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark's when you'll see me comin'
My gun's gunnin' and the 808s hummin'
Raw, ruff real rock, rude
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