Lyrics:
way) your youth
Who you are and where you stand in the struggle
They got so very, so very, so very (so much things to say right now)
So very, so
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
Walking down highways
Just seeing things my way
While dealer man enjoys his wealth
You spare the rope, he'll hang himself
Life in the Big Apple moves
leave me alone
First to come are the midgets
A monkey and a kid
Followed by those two one-armed jugglers
The ego and the id
Songs of the season
Apples
the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess Disneyland and Mother Goose no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in
feelings for each other never change . . . )
Old things make way for new things,
Yet we still cling to the true things,
We will always be ruled by
Downtown they'll probably have a batch
A whitened sandwich and again it stopped
But with the bail though I had a bout
So I exchanged it for some apple
need a hitman to kill me
I'm PJ starving can't you see
I'd like to get Rid of Me
Fiona Apple kept me full
Through all the bullshit I endure
Now I tell
Thursday's child has far to go
But there are things he needs to know
Thursday's child is wondering why
His apple has fallen from your eye
Why are
I never liked this apple much
It always seemed too big to touch
I can't remember how I found
My way before she came around
I tell everyone
I smile
Better days are coming by and by
It can't be this way always
A train must come, a train must come
There must be some brighter days
We'll have fun,
the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in
I used to be so fancy free,
But really lonesome as could be,
Till one lucky day, you came my way
I never knew what love was all about
Niggas are in a state of emergency
The death side, mirror damage of where we are today
The life side a vision of where we need to go
So sign your
then we rollin'
Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in
Now we rollin'
Look
Back when Big Apple sold dreams, I stuck to my own thing
'Cause some things just don't change
It's better when they stay the same
Although the whole world knows your name
So on the biggest stage
They
way) your youth
Who you are and where you stand in the struggle
They got so very, so very, so very (so much things to say right now)
So very, so
give us a chance
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Finally made
will be changed
For the things we do (the things we do the things we say)
The things we say (the way we live our life each day
Are gentle rays
us a chance
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Finally made the plane
on to everything that pass you by
Can't resist, girl, and I can't lie
Now tell if you are here for me
Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
The way
Tell me how long must I keep
Wanting things,
Needing things, when I have so much.
There are many men who have much less than me,
Day by day they
A needle drop on a forty-five
Are the kinda things that only last so long
When the new wears off and they get to getting old
Sooner or later, time's gonna
(They've got an awful lot of coffee down in Brazil)
Way down among the Brazillians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those
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