Lyrics:
Smith has arrived Will Will hey Will real brothers hey what's up man how you doing
I'm Keith be Real from Keep it Real radio and founding editor of Keep
Dear Mister Editor, if you choose
Please send me a copy of the labor news
I've got a son in the infantry
And he'd be mighty glad to see
That someone,
This song really should be prefaced
With the observation of
A newspaper editor I met once he said
"The John Birch Society really should be
Called
O cândido
Waldomiro anda muito preocupado
Com as idéias de seu editor
Que querendo modernizar o jornal
Cerra e esquece o romantismo
Que ele
for
I admit that I have been a little immature
With your heart like I was the pre-da-tor
In my book of lies I was the editor
And the author
I
for
I admit that I have been a little immature
With your heart like I was the pre-da-tor
In my book of lies I was the editor
And the author
I
the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Could you please make that
what happens now
The editor of Vogue rolls through town
Sees that picture, tracks you down, and
Next thing you know
They're gonna put you
I admit that I have been a little immature
Fucking with your heart like I was the pre-da-tor
In my book of lies I was the editor
And the author
I
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
Two newspaper editors like playground
A letter to the editor
From the man in the corner
It's all in vain
They want your head
They want your head on a plate
For every fly that's
have a selfish agenda
Presidents sweep evidence under the verandah
Me, i’m a public defender
I’m an editor with no footage
What shall i render?
No
que nos envolve
Sem o diretor pedir pro editor tirar o filme
Teu personagem fugiu com a tua fala, deu dó
Você perdeu o controle, o orçamento e o
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
Two newspaper editors like playground
the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of America
Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor
Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
Rhymes
Something strange is going on
And you're in the middle
I'll do anything to solve the riddle
I've got a city editor
Put me on a deadline
If I
(One two three two)
The editor lies screaming (baking in his waking dream),
Questioning "Who is God's favorite rock star this week?"
And will
my melody)
(Check out my melody)
(Check)
(Check out my-)
(Check out my melody)
I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody
my melody)
(Check out my melody)
(Check)
(Check out my-)
(Check out my melody)
I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody
competitors, fuck these rappers, fuck these editors
Fuck the head of the state, fuck the gates surroundin' the prisoners
These motherfuckers the prey, I'm
meet the executor and when it come to paper, meet the editor
(Uh) A little better brah you need to step, step it up
I'm on my business that's my forte,
secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers
See that girl
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"
Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
Hi, this is Loraine Alterman
Free Press teen editor
And today I'm talking to Marvin Gaye marvin
How are you?
Well, I'm pretty fine today
What do
i'm working with better cameras
I'm working with better editors steve
Please forgive me because I feel like it's
Super patronizing whenever someone
Does
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