Lyrics:
[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone]
[Bushwick Bill]
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
Gotta start with the right
I don't only rap
Rather go to work
I don't only rap
Rather go to work
I don't only rap to pay the bills cause that's a trap
Rather go to work to pay
soiled
Employees which I happily pay
Build my god
Bill my karma
We hid beneath the leaves
Adam and a thief
The Lord walks and calls to ask the blame
I
hand in the till.
The gasman is collecting just one more bill.
A headmaster with a Polaroid and a pleated uniform.
The nightwatchman stops by quickly
Hunnid dollars bills, pounds on the flight concealed
Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I'm at work while you goin' on vacation there
been fun cause it ain't...
Don't think I don't love you cause I don't
ONCE A DAY
(Bill Anderson)
« © '64 Moss Rose Publications »
When I found
batman rims,
Jump out, girls like damn that's them?
Drop dead coupe, drop top benz,
Me and your friends, can all be friends,
Walk through the club,
it don't rain we might go to church to put in a dollar bill
Shake the precher's hand and ask him for dinner but really hope he never will
Then we
though we ain't got hats or badges
We're a union just by sayin' so
And the world will know
What's it gonna take to stop the wagons?
Are we ready?
There's a ghost inside my head
Who can't pay the bills I've made
Who can't say the words I've said
Desperation covers me as I walk out into the sea
I can't
There's a ghost inside my head
Who can't pay the bills I've made
Who can't say the words I've said
Desperation covers me as I walk out into the sea
I can't
There's a ghost inside my head
Who can't pay the bills I've made
Who can't say the words I've said
Desperation covers me as I walk out into the sea
I can't
to walk alone, but I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing, believe me
Come harder; this won't be easy
Don't doubt yourself; trust
a million fuckin' dollar bills,
Be in mind its brand new and sit it on the edge,
Walk into my sons room, and you can't tell if its mine or his,
I want
THE THINGS THAT MATTER MOST TO ME
WRITERS DON PITTMAN, BILL TAYLOR, THOMAS LAVERNE
Yes there are many precious mem'ries that I'd like to recall
I was scared half to death
I couldn't catch my breath
Cause that old tree down by the river
Was thirty feet high
That's when I heard my daddy's
I walk down the diamond-studded concrete canyons
Nobody looked me in the eye
Tried to fly to the moon
Only made it to the sky
I was looking for
(gimme dat)
Gimme dat (gimme dat)
Gimme that power to walk away
When another God wants to take Your place
As much of you as I can take
Gimme dat,
hours
By the way she is a model of course
Hair all made up and makeup powered up
Walkin on a runway
But she don't know where she goin
Shes just hopin'
Deep in the town of Dinglydell
There's a man by the name of Bill Wimblybee
Across the street is Nanci, it's the woman of his fancy
She spells her
been a modern day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active member
Pull out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
Fascinated by
got outta high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they walk right by me
Didn't even say good luck
Now, I ride in my 225
They all
You pretend I was your own,
And even believed that you loved me.
But were always threatened by some
Invisible blood line that only you could see.
First I Look at the Purse
by the J. Geils Band
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some
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