Lyrics:
a fact of life, now man and wife
Work full time to just get by
And when we're home all
It's gonna be is me and you
But when in Rome, do as the Romans
Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own
They finally threw me out
My
in
All the latest fashion
But she is rich, and he is poor
She needs company he needs a helping hand
He needs money she needs a man
You'll see them
Porter
Have you heard among this clan
I am called the forgotten man ?
Well did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard the story
Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, fuck Tisa
You niggas all dressed in fuck-season,
I walk thru the sand in these Lebron James South Beachers,
Saturday in the town, as we buried T.J Brown
Good man, spent his life on the K Roll ferry line
He was just a man, nothing grand, just a man
But I
and grand mamas love you
'Cause that's all they know how to do
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleepin' in your dress blues
Your wife said
Bandplay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolph Gabbana, hah, ayy
I came outside to shit on 'em today, man
Yeah
Came outside today, water on water
Salvador
If the rebels take a bus on the grand highway
The government destroys a village miles away
The man on the radio says 'now we'll play South
When I say itchy citchy
N****s get b****y b****y cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in
Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned,
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own.
They finally threw me out
the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
And the politicians throwing
the man scatta
Scatta, as if I had the clutch on a magnum
You're just another pawn in my game, another god figure pour in the rain,
I'm a raw one, too
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
Money man no get bad fashion
Money man no get bad fashion
Money man no get bad fashion
Money man no get bad fashion
Big win big things
Big drips big
build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.
Skin dance back-a-the condo
Skin heads getting to school
Beating on blacks with a baseball bat
Racism back in rule
White trash picking up Nazi flags
a man of good fashion though seldom well groomed
And my little flame she plays the game
She's the one that I dream of, I dance to her name
So if
Neighbour, San Francisco
(Nathan), shout to my homie Julian out in Paris, (Cabrerra)
Holdin' me and my man Jason down, much love!
Shout to Miami Girl, L.A.
ain't a man who wouldn't
Like to detonate her
You can't resist that burnin'
Fuse walkin' by
She'll get the party jumpin'
Sets every motor runnin' wild
In the Grand Pecking Order
Where is it you stand
Under foot of swollen bastards
Or on the neck of another man
At the grand feeding table
Are
the docks
So roll on, Columbia, roll on
And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam
The mightiest thing ever built by a man
To run the great factories
different, how I'm a man in my position
Can't stop slippin' down these slopes
'Cause it's all just downhill from there
As a kid I didn't learn that, but now
(Check it out, my body) listen, here
Every man wants to be a macho, macho man
To have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go,
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