Lyrics:
True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree
Willow dancing on air before covering me
Under cotton and calicos
Over canopy dappled long ago
We have been running like fugitive
Like a racehorse in my brain
Cosmic jumper, calico drive
Sycamore-bound train
Would like to show you a very good
Mmm
La Forteress
C'est beau ça
Lzaccio
Combo
Bravo
Méchant fâché to yo
Vini bonlonm
Yo ka di tchou staccato
Calico
J'gère ma gow pianissimo
Man ni
and designer clothes
Dimes dubs half's and wholes
Got me loading mac ten's and calico's
On point yeah I stay on my toes
And I got that good shit that you put up
And as it stands
The argument not holding up
Texts must been not bold enough
Need more calico a whole ocean of
So as it stands
(Still standing)
As it
the fuckin' ceiling, check-check it
My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop-top-notch, playa-hating gon' stop
This instant, rappers too
and white or calico
Keeps me guessing
Wonder if I'll ever bridge
The gap of how I feel
And the way it is
a heart
Then suddenly from out of nowhere
A little girl came dancing cross the floor
And all her crillowins were billowin'
Beneath the skirt of calico that
I'm swept away
This calico skin
Glimmering in
Water that's bluer than blue
Calico Kitty on the couch, lookin' like he cut Cobain in the Mouth
What'cha say? Don't go away. What'cha say? Don't turn away
Every time you're away
and roll, new TECs and calicos (what?)
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers
Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up
Eight million
There's nothing like that morning coffee in bed
A big ol' pillow propped behind my head
Watching you stretch like a Calico cat
No, it don't get
direction"
"How many shots?"
Man, nigga, I seen mad holes"
"What kinda gats?"
"Hitchlinks, Kochs and Calicos"
But fuck that
I know where all them niggas
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Calico
I can’t help you
You’re a monster
It’s just what you do
I can’t help you
It’s just
'Cause we riding, we riding, we riding
They gotta get shot down
'Cause we riding, we riding
Like a black rodeo, 44’s, calicos
Chop 'em up, stop 'em up
she was a choice bit of calico, but she was so much more and its beside the point--
a choice bit of calico, and she is so much more
at the moment
prairie fields flat
She reads those Bible stories to her calico cat
She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck
And hears her daddy's
On my twenty-first day I came to Calico
They told me there was silver buried in her stone
Summer died in April before the flowers came
She will hold
dont do the chase they know my name all threw the state calico H.M.G. im the factor u the fake. i keep the food on the dinner plates.
but the woman of the house
With her white spotty apron
and her calico blouse
She began to frighten and I said ""boo
Aarah, don't be afraid mam it's only
Yoo Shotta
Just warn dem before me Korn dem
Shotta Beat Up Shotta Beat Up
Shotta Beat Up Shotta Beat Up
Shotta beat Up the Calico
Make the boy brain
way out in Arizona
A dress o' calico for the pretty Navajo
Get along mule, get along
Mule train
Mule train
Clippity-cloppin' through the wind
Still I wait for you
As you asked me to
'Cause in the calico
On the western shores
When the colors changed
I came up short
Could've sworn you
on right ways
Just calico inside
With the head on sideways
Undress my body before I go
Soon babies thighs go indigo
Hold your index at my waistline
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