Lyrics:
i passing by her house
Pushing my wheelbarrow
Wit my lehket on, t shirt n bos trasy
I her favorite cool aid boy son tan she wanna rahsor
I say Suck it
Be Christian and God will set you free
But being poor is worse than having AIDS
The homeless live in boxes at our feet
Living in a constant state
On this hollow earth
In this empty space
We all dance to a tune
Played by the master race
Those faceless moneymen
Yeah, you're probably
words I never knew
There's a bug inside the thimble, there's a band-aid on her thumb
And a pony in the river turning blue
They say, "Time may give
Scars in my body
Made by a blade
My friend this isn't a party
I need so much band-aid
Scars in my soul
Pain like a flame
Hell i will to go
The Devil
Celebrity fundraiser, tight!
Black ties making wrongs right
How's your social Band-Aid?
I don't know much
I don't know too much
But I know
John 15:13
Words and Music by Bob Hartman
I wear my seatbelt in the car I buckle up for safety
I run for cover from the storm
I wear a band aid on my
rock, come quickly to see the scene
Dr. rock, got everything that you need
You're the apple of my eye, but with some aid I feel you'll die
Dr. rock,
from old timers
Buy me a drank man I know it's against the law be a good sport liquor sport
What you need my little comrad a packet of Kool-aid
Gaza's land
Four hostages saved by a helping hand
Yet two hundred ten, a tragic brand
An Israeli operation, in the sand
Sudan in hunger, a cry for aid
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
the only way I can live
War, money, cash, drugs
Got me feelin' like AIDS
Walkin' inside the club
38 snub huggin' my waist like it had arms
Then I bear it,
the values high and KG could get got
By the deadline the headlines until then are stock
But the kool aid is overflowing cups and crocks
To the standers by this
team,
Aid I Still remembered them when I was nineteen.
Strange the things deal that I remember still
Shouts from the playground when I was home
orange, that's what he yells at the mic
While his hoopty outside they towing
Hearing aids, hearing aids
For your fucking brain, got a lot to say, got a lot
We out here drinking like we thirsty
Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday
Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first-aid
But hey, this gon' be
They ask how do you sleep at night I reply like a baby, bitch
I been outchea doing me by myself nigga no special features
It's all about the Benjamin no
With no aid
Won't be fooled by the games you play,
You'll be trying hard to make me stay,
I'll be doing this my own way at the
Deep end
The deep end
朋友 Friends
作词 : Capper/Cool-Aid
作曲 : Capper/Cool-Aid
编曲 : Young oz/wireshark
混音母带 : 张步若@RSS
我跑的太快 差点就忘记
但也还好 还好我没放弃
We friend
我们在高空几万米飞行
而不是头顶只有云U
the weight of the world on her chest
She'll move a mountain for you by the afternoon
A mother never rests
She works in colors
It's her and the sun
sweet as kool-aid creme' brulee
I'm sharp as blue ray I fuck her today
Then she gotta skate young Lupe
I hit the beat hard bobby boucher
I keep them
flow
AIDS ain't done nothin? but help my business grow
My babes are trained to make that dollar
To take you out, fool, it ain't no bother
You dropped
On this hollow earth
In this empty space
We all dance to a tune
Played by the master race
Those faceless money men
Yeah, you're probably one
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
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