Lyrics:
on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
You're wack nigga, face it
In the history of the game, you have no placement
Liquor and weed just massacred their mind,
time
There's got be a morning after, we're moving closer to the shore
I know we'll be there by tomorrow and we'll escape the darkeness
We won't be
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
But wooo I knew better
Salvador
Afraid to leave the projects
To cross into another neighborhood
The blancos and the nigger gangs
Well they'd kill
thumb up like, "It's fine"
(Run) See yourself, I say, selflessly divine
Leave me here to drown in glory, you're too good to cross that line
(Run-run)
Well they gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia sayin' Steve you're way behind time
This is not 38 this is old 97 you must put her into Spencer
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers are coming
Gonna tear your still house down
Well the first
(Mike Pinder) As time goes by you will see That we're going to be free You and me, we'll touch the sky Can you see in your mind's eye That we are one
And it was me and that old hobo till you showed up again
Then he ran out of liquor and I've run out of time
I'm standing by the ocean, but you're still
charms us so
When balmy breezes blow to and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great
out
Nothin' matters, so we might as well
Everybody's bakin' in the sun
Come and party, do it while we're young
Move your body, when you hear
a pair of shoes of his own)
Well, they caught Lost John
Put 'em in the pen
Summer break and gone
And now he's out again
If anybody asks you
Who
Jimmy Buffett & Mike Utley
He's hold up down on Ramrod Key in the Tavernier Hotel
Livin' out his loneliness like an oyster in a shell
By days he
And I can tell you honey
You can make my money tonight
Wake up late, honey put on your clothes
And take your credit card to the liquor store
Well
Took 'em on a movie, called it "Bubble Gut"
Big dawg, we'll hit your gunners up (slatt, dog)
Come in first place, not the runner up
Came from
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
Well I had an old cow and she slobbered so bad
I spent all my money that I ever had
I went
the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
Well I had an old cow and she slobbered so bad
I spent all my money that I ever had
I went
Well, they gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginian,
Said, "Steve, you're way behind time,
"This is not 38, this is Ol'97,
"Put her into Spencer
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
to
To help me face my fears
Standing in this fire
Seduced by the flames
Why can't you be my joy
And also be my pain
Some nights I wish I didn't love ya
There on the outside you all can laugh I don't need your sympathy
For after I'm paid for the liquor I've sold
Gonna leave this place worth my weight in
Down by the Swanee
The folks up north (North) will never (Will)
Just see me no more
When I get to that Swanee (Swanee)
Well, let me get through that
tunes
I've been in honky tonk saloons
I took my liquor by the vat
Well I stayed on call for a rousing brawl
Home was where I hung my hat
Angelina,
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