Lyrics:
go, first and foremost
You know the Lord requires that we aggressively devote
All our time and energy to definitively know
The mysteries of His will. In
the fiddle players, beer and our keg price
Known for Alexander Keiths and the Donair
Home of the Mooseheads but I don't really go there
We pay a buck for
be a but stringy, but then of
course it's fiddle player.
Todd: [Spoken]
That's not fiddle player, that's piccolo player.
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
How
heaven sent
Keisha Cole don't got nothing on her push her to the back but I'm putting her first
She don't be clubbing, she always at work
Got faith in God
the street light
Take a real close at what it look like
A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit
Let's get it
Girl, you gone and done it to me, hotter than a hoochie-coochie
Got me like the first time I heard Alan Jackson "Chattahoochee"
I
Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle
You, you you, you
You, you you you you, you
When they hear the word "love"
They dive in there head-first
I tell them to slow down, I want head first
of execution, I'm demandin' retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose
know the sorrow that we have to bear
For the one that I'm tied to was the first to prove untrue
Yet they call our love a back street affair
[ fiddle ]
When I wake up every morning you're the first thing that I see
And like a new day that is dawning I feel the warmth come over me
I can face the world
Nah, for real, know what I'm sayin', like
Like music's my first love, right
But, what it turned into is like
You know these-these cats got it now,
peppers, cabbages and celery
Asparagus and watercress and
Fiddle ferns and lettuce-
He said, "All right,"
But it wasn't, quite
'Cause I caught him
In
exhibitionist heiress to a large chain of hotels
If I were a rich man maybe I would fiddle
Fiddle diddle diddle with them rich man girls
I'm not saying that I'd
Daddy sawin? fiddle like he never gonna stop
Lord, if these hills could talk
They?d say sing me a song that goes
Oh, mama leave the light on
Oh, shine
for the Maritimes, man, spit it)
I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bagpipe
Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price
Known
somethin'
Usually baby first step is a walk
But that baby was already runnin'
Ayy
It's cold in my city, it's windy today
Can't let that keep me from hustlin'
The first was why I left
And the second's why I'm back
And then I got addicted
To a whole bottle of Jack
I thought I had my life together
I thought
They don't understand
What I say in the first place
They don't understand
What I spray every single day
Maybe there's a sort of censor
What
There's
the window
Confidence cologne, you can smell it when the wind blow
Too late for the intro, throw me in the middle
First chair, kick, snare, never playing
You done played a trick on me
Hooked him in the first degree
While he put another quarter
Push Dolly and then Porter
While he racks up fifty thousand
tip-toeing maps
I've been on my shit since a kiddo
Ride around inside my mind
Riddled with fiddles strapped
Been a mighty fine journey gotta reaffirm that
the centerpiece
Oh my god
Journalists across the globe are officially critiquing my first eight bars
Piety for the fam, embargo piggybackers
Navigate sim-city
First I thought a snake had got me it happened dreadful quick
T'was a bullet bit my leg, right off I got sick
I came to in a wagon load of ten more
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