Lyrics:
man, gotta have a method man
Super man, super bands, rubber bands, rubbing hands
Best man, red man, talibans, tappin in
Super man, mega man, red man,
fuck you mean
I just got some Buddah bands
From the white people
In the Industry I'm shaking hands
Now this money make her dance
I know he ain't ain't
Well the sun is burning down on the pavement
Money in the bank
I ain't gonna save it
Jenny's coming by
Hope she makes it
Jenny's coming by
Sure
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
are all some zombies
Just some walkers but don’t know y’all dead
One call
I can organize like the marching band
Band band
Get that dough
Stack it, save,
sung at the top of our lungs so desperately
Like I believe in a power that is of and by the people?
I believe in an art that cannot be compromised
I
Please don't ask if I'm ok
Need to clear my head
Grab my guitar
And I hit the band tell them lets play
All by myself
I'll write a song about all the people
We showed up to the festival
and fell out of the back of the van
We were just in time to see our favorite band
All the people out there looked just
your older
People around me used to say they wished for love
I don't know why they'd wish for something they cannot even define
Months go by and I still
her up twice
Then I feel it come up
Swim deep like Mike
I'm the player on the bus
You the bitch on the side
I don't wanna hear a fuss
When I ride on by
at Rhubarb Hill
People gather, sitting still
They listen, to the band that's playing
On Rhubarb Hill
This is how we live our lives
Waking up with the Sun
gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all
I remember
Not too long ago
I went to a city
And I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always wanted
To get, with, the band
But niggas was singin' they
a penthouse, you can call me hi-top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it, homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another
over, the gig is over (when a play)
The kid is older and getting colder (many fly by)
But his will hold ya, so listen closer to (a-a)-r-o-n
They
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
it's a soul absorbing sabotage.
Letting all your insides out frees the melodies that will flow by.
We are singing our stories echoes in the night,
By Mark Ivan Band
Publisher: Mark Emery PRS
Chorus:
Simulcast transmissions fly through space and time
The Interstellar Rock Star can be heard.
I'm not as young as I once was
The time has passed me by and I'm feeling tired
I just can't understand
Why do I feel so bad
It's like I've lost my
could make these people great
Start again, lose the hate
But no-one knows the time of day
In the corner of a field by the river
On the bank there's
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
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