Lyrics:
Where I will be introducing you to two of my friends
The Good, and The Bad
By listening to this album, I am letting you inside my mind
So you can see
I light every bridge I see, yeah, just to watch it burn
If you'd seen all the hell I've seen, it'd make your stomach turn
I think you know
Why I
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
to “overwrite Pink Floyd”.
I thought it'd be smart enough not to overwrite my music.
You really had a lot of Stereolab too, I only had that one album.
I was
Alright i'd like to tell you
Before I get too deranged
Or something, or friends here
Are: on lead guitar, john Wood the
Amazing John Wood, yeah
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
The Martyr Justin taught it
Hippolytus taught it
Basil the Great taught it
The Didache taught it nicene Creed taught it
And Ambrose yea he taught it
And Jerome
corsa come a Pamplona
Ma Nessuno ti ricorda come in post coma
Vuoi fare il king autoincoronato
Non sei Creed’s kid
Manco un figlio d’arte sottovalutato
the only I follow
No matter how rocky my road gets, my grind Apollo
Creed, the ones with little cream get put onto a sideshow
Uh, we ain't never had it easy
WRITTEN, RECORDED AND PERFOMED BY FAWN PIPER (G.O.D GIRLS ON DRUGS)
ALBUM: DAYZ B4 DA FUNK
INTRO
YO GUYS,CHECK THIS OUT ,THIS IS, REAL LIFE.
JIGSAW
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
D… D… Disclaimer
This album is not for any SOFT LIBERALS
We love you guys too much to hurt you
And so just a reminder that our album is not for
Creed feast like it need me
Gestures we ain't take it to lightly
Call Bullshit cause the mac un defeat Load a full clip nigga try go sleep
That's
poet that you know it would
I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather talk about the naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
Overdu-Hello, and welcome to Some One Manatee Band, the first disc of The Backlog Trilogy, by Jub. I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my heart
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
New York
At twenty, I said I'd better quit by thirty
Then by thirty, I thought by forty rapping is corny
How wrong was I?
Never would have thought
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Chevy down by the creek
Songs that we'd sing offkey but sweet
Through the highs and lows the trials unseen
We held tight to our dirt road dreams
We
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
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