Lyrics:
Sinatra and stand for president
Painting by numbers is easy to do
Painting by numbers I want to paint you
If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
above the waves
The Red, White and Blue
You can learn a lot from Lydia
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
She can give you a view of the world
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
(echoes)...
Will:
Big Will for the Y2K, ugh
Verse One:
Feel the Earth tremble, see the skies turn red
Eclipses, shooting stars, turn ya head
Volcanoes
Reach for the stars!
You stand on a distant planet
Skyline of red plateaus
Strange air and vegetation
You're a winner!
Welcome
in the Bronx
Slugs out start buggin out
Thugs out, tuck they heats in you fuckin seats
Honeys suckin me, sweets
Do a 90 in the jeep
Red glorious,
of the fathers unreturned
And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
Red blow the bugles
hatred
Sacrifice the Subjugated
The apparatus grinding deeper, sampling tolerance
My operation begins, vanquish your confidence
I will still wander
nicer
Feel amazing. Don’t it feel right
You was in a leop-print jumpsuit, I was trynna fuck by the end of the night, well
And it really ain’t no thing
We
its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the light
forgotten the message and worships the creeds
It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war
Drop your possessions, all you simple folk
You will
life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead
You been always kickin'
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
The Vice President, Secretary of State,
And principals of the military are assembling
Our nation stands at Defcon 3
The greatest crisis, will someone come
the bombs will stop flying
And we gaze a quiet sky
And we stand in love and wonder
At the miracle gone by
And it ain't like it used to be
Cause it's
to bring discomfort, my friend
And your policy is just a little red
Now, ain't I right (ain't he right)
(ain't he right)
It matters not to you how people
will stand up 'til the end
A million times, a trillion more (hey)
Oh, oh, oh (hey)
Honey I need you 'round (I just wanna inform y'all, I'm drunk
but Wanda left her license
On the night stand fuckin' with this white man
She met in a little red Corvette, paid for sex
Made a deal that she would
tale
Relives it every night with you
Far off stands the lamb and waits
For the wolf to come and end its life
Stand inside the temple
As the book of Thel
Grab a hold of yourself, open your eyes
Get wise to the exercise
Being taught by the teacher that's most dominant
You need knowledge?
Well I'm
can and will be used against you
Icicle veins, mics'll get slain
Like they were strangled with bicycle chains
You're gonna have to come identify
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