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To make up my mind
If only I had twice the time
I'd make up my mind
One time I woke up strange
In the darkest dream
I found my eyes resting on the grand

fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I

and I need space, keep it cool cuz I know that even Biggie had faith
Hallelujah! That's a major key, no grand piano, gotta pull away from the flames,
Mark

Playing a dreadful manopoly
In tears of pain
We suffering like God lost the keys
To the soulful melodies
Of this grand piano they playing
Out here running

lover was a leather skinned gaucho
A troubleshooting black ladies man
He played you like an old grand piano
Worked you harder than a one man band

But

then I'm good, oh
I lost my jacket, my demographic
It isn't hard to do
Remember gardens with grand pianos?
It all comes back to you
And since you're

I'm a dog, what I know
He said he could get some keys, my bro got grand pianos
See, I'm a dog and you're a dog, but you're a cocker spaniel

Bro is

the grand piano
But the melodies slipping away
I've tried to be silent, 
and successfully been silenced
And that hasn't got me anywhere
A strong dedication,

Nikes
Sliding on these niggas
Armstrong with the white tee
Am I cutting chicken
Grand pianos
Get the right ki
She gone send a pic
That make her nigga

got too much time on my hands
But it's moving so goddamn fast
Portal by the grand piano
Guess I'll see you all tomorrow
New horizons come with me now

to croon and play
Tommy builds a treehouse, paints it yellow
Theresa crafts a vase papier-maché
Mark is drawing neath the baby grand piano
But the Mama

So play on, play on, play on × 2


The people are talking
The people are saying that you have been playing my heart
Like a grand piano

How could you let me down
Down
Down
Down
I got keys like a grand piano
Keys like i'm Keenen Ivory Wayans
Change the channel if you niggas want to stay

INSTRUMENTAL

Silky synths, gated electric drums, Baby Grand piano, and arpeggiated bass lines. No vocals, just pure '80s passion.

Oh darling won't you sing for me
I'd like to hear your voice
Oh darling when you sing for me
I haven't got a choice

I heard a grand piano
Heard

all of these chords progressions, all of em
Every single one
All the guitar stings, all the grand piano
All of it's been chord progen- fuck, sorry
It's

The king of the unremarkable
An emotional glacier
Will I be marketable?
Or will they find a cure?

I'm the grease on a grand piano
I'm the last gasp

damn small stars flying round my forehead
Shitty Disney music that I can stand no more
It's better to be crushed down with a grand piano
Better getting

the land of the throwed
My niggas nice on the fork
My niggas savants on the stove

I think I'm Charlie Luciano
My dawg got more keys than a grand piano
Boss

Trombetista
Grand Piano
Tuba
Kontrabacho
Guitarra
Trombone
La Voice

Dancing is the luxury 
a pleasure to waste time 
an excess of emotions without

the onslaught
Don’t stop me now before I find the love that someone raffles off
My opera highs
My grand piano lows
And the forgotten novels of my unpainted

a grand piano
Or 1200 thread count sheets
Don’t need caviar and truffles
Or a 5-star penthouse suite

I don’t need great fame or fortune
Or make high

On a, grand piano type writing
Fire flame inferno igniting
From the, brown water, I emerge
Back from the purge, this time I hope to do the right thing

caught a red-eye to vienna
Where he crawled into a grand piano
I'd never seen a man cry as much as he did that night
But the sun it will shine on his face