Lyrics:
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
HaYashan Yitchadesh
Music and English Lyrics by Beth Schafer Novermber, 2017
Hebrew text by Rabbi Abraham Isaac Kook
Beth Schafer: acoustic
but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly
'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high
Easterling
Considerable Music, ASCAP © 2018
Produced by Chris Rosser and Wyatt Easterling
Acoustic guitar: Wyatt Easterling -The Woodshed Studio, Chapel
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
the plane into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you
into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you know it
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
Now I'ma kick up dust
As I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up
surrounded by an acoustic smog
Taking breath to resist this malicious disease
Cholera/Mor
A gentle, acoustic introduction to the album, evoking the sense of cosmic dust and the music of the spheres. The lyrics explore the idea of being
you kiss it
Then you taste it
I road around with my antennas up like
Television way before the satellite
K Dot mechanisms, learn something
I could tell
brick at a time
Keeping my thoughts from wandering
Just concentrate, breathe and climb
By the end of the day, I had made my way, almost to the top
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Blood, we don't segregate
Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates
Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
We in the VIP surrounded by
Oughta take a little walk down by the creek
Love a growin' like a weed in the sunshine
Us in the shade of a tree in the summer time
Up in the sky above
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
with the feds
I'm back at the bridge
You niggas is sipping on 40's
I'm topping the keg you know how we play
Like G's coming up off the
Two in their ass
on
Yo, we can go to war with the enemy
All we need is A.K.s and Hennessy
This ain't back in the days of Tennessee
Pull the trigger and release
mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done
He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked up
watchin' too much of Stephen done got to me
Verses too eas', I'm servin' up by the threes
I'm playin' pool and the pool just connects to the beach
I've
TIME DONE GONE
Written and Produced by Gil Karson
Recording Musicians:
Sal Rodriguez Drums and Harmony Vocals
Gil Karson Bass Guitar, Acoustic
Marie-Hélène in F (barre) (Majer/ McKay)
Marie-Hélène
I don't know when
We'll meet again
This summer sun
Will surely fade
By then
If I'm back in
food, you choose to drink
There's poison in the well!
Yeah!
(Stand Up! Resist!)
Monsanto are killers, k-k-k-k-killers
(Stand Up! Resist!)
on the stairway
(And what?) beat him up, beat him up
I spent 5 bands on a pea coat iJ'aime ça feel like King Tut
I sold a whole lot of weed to get these Jamaican
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