Lyrics:
gather 'round.
Right there to meet me at the door is Johnny Walker Black and setting' at the table is our drinkin' buddy Jack.
We're joined by Captain
without encores
“yeah, our sound’s kind of like Linoleum meets Scott Walker meets Honeycrack but with, like, that Karlheinz Stockhausen sensibility thrown
to me
How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What it's like
I used to have anxiety's like Summer Walker
Headed to the lights but my world is getting darker
Hate being on stage but i gotta make it farther, I
more money than we could count
We're all being sued by the IRS
And having more fun than the law allowed
Yeah, I'm talking loners and stoners
sued by the IRS
And having more fun than the law allowed
Yeah, I'm talking loners and stoners
And sing about to come back home
And most likely too
I'll be sober by dawn
By the time this feeling is all gone
Your melody will remain
On the tip of my tongue
Scott Walker on repeat
I came down
We're all gonna saved
And not live it by fear
Just keep on sharpen up to top just like a spear
You better have a luck to unlock some of careers
I do have
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
Vs 1
I dreamed I had gone to that city
That city where never comes night
And I saw the bright angels in glory
I saw the fair mansions of light
I
(sax, flute, baritone)
BGV: Rebecca Jade
Cover Artist: Scott Johnson
Cover Artist photographer: Kristy Walker
look into your eyes
And I´ll be right by your side
Every day and every night
Oh I have to pinch myself
If someone told me that I get
To marry that girl
I
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
of paper
Then I'm selling more than Michael Scott
But I just keep on pushing thru my life it ain't no photoshop
Aye no photoshop
Live life that's all we got
As I drove by that ol' honky tonk
Still tuggin at my heart
I never dreamed that neon night school
Would ever be so hard
I can't believe at last
I
you have the courage
Go out there and fight
Standing on a rock with walkers in sight
Fighting with my heart again
Stand by you until the end
Baby,
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
they get smart
Stop thinking that this shits art
Uptown young niggas in charge
Okay I'm young black, fucking paid
Scott summers, no stunna shades
Paul
a bully
To niggas like Scott Burrell
You'll never find someone like
Me, you not Adele, nigga
I sell pictures
I'm painting these masterpieces
Master P shit,
turned thirty-one
And I have lost and I have won
Still I've kept my dreams alive
Ah 'cause the boy will never die, never die
And that I dreamed that
us to wherever
Sending us on silent wings
But I have broken
All the rules of love
I never dreamed that
I could come this far
And now I'm lost in my
Yo J. Scott
I always said that pendulum gonna swing back around
And cats are gonna wanna hear some real, vibin', old school type shit ya know?
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all,
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