Lyrics:
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
And she looked so fine, she was sweet and kind
She let me get to know her a while
Ooohh, for a little while
Back when the milk train used to rumble my
Traces from my childhood song
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Kept me safe all night long
My innocent babe I watch you sleeping
Sweet child of mine so safe
wanna solve the mystery of the guy next door
Who leaves his rubbish by our door
Well Sherlock Holmes would know
Yeah Sherlock Holmes would know
And why
He got shot he ain't call the cops (cops)
Mystery like Alfred Hitchcock (yeah)
Boy back on the block, ah ra ra ra
Little John started screaming
their sweet guitar
It's a mystery
Anthropology
Fingers, toes, and tiny noses
Human hair and human skin
Would it be to much to ask
To see the world
their sweet guitar
It's a mystery
Anthropology!
Fingers, toes, and tiny noses,
Brownish hair and tannish skin
Would it be to much to ask
To see the world
pass by a shaky naughty boy.
I pass by sweet heart beats.
I pass by I pass by.
Oh my my.
Mom says, you're
like a butterfly
Liberty and a mystery.
Nobody
a little bit of kush talk
For y'all niggas who might not comprehend)
And every nigga that grow weed should know me
My leather so soft, my Swisher so sweet
You've got a wicked way
And I'm playing a dangerous game
Enchanted by your sweet voodoo
Ain't nothing I can do-do-do
Back in olden times
The ladies got
Yea-yeah
I was a little too small, coulda used a few pounds
Tight skirts, points hardly renowned
He was a handsome devil with mischief in his
And I would like to play a
Little tune I just composed not so long ago
Ms. Billie Holiday
Byrd?
The music called Jazz
It's roots are in the sounds
Father figure strained by allegation
Good intentions means less than ever now
Goodbye sweet young thing
Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
Stephen
of spare dreams
I’ve been touched by higher mysteries
My mind it flows so free, so free, so free
V2
I walked out in the morning
Your voice behind me sighed
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
[Ghostface Killah]
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth
I need a Cowboy Hat so the
Chicks can dig me
Tip the hat
Now I ain't lackin
I wanna have that Cowboy Drip
You know I'm hoppin in the John Deere Whip
what you see as lies are mysteries to the carnal eyes
I think we stand on different sides I see a six you see a nine
What I believe you call it lies what
I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
and the moon was right
The ? was really perked off the Red Zone
I was in my MPV, I was all alone
A lot of out-of-town people asking me for
My John Hancock
"Little baby, then just take a chance"
My name not John Madden, but I always been known for making a play
I don't understand why everything I do be leaving
As I tell you a little part of ma story
About what God been doin in me
It's an amazing thing God is always Listening I ask God for something God
Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I
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