Lyrics:
don’t give a damn, I swear!
Guard my heart-shaped box first
(Yeah!) Completely sure that
A poor word choice can spoil the best idea
I reject these all
oh is this the end is this the end
I wanna run to the highest mountain
I wanna stand in the light of the sun
I wanna ask all this world to forgive
thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
For me to knock niggas out the box daily
Get out, watch
box of 96.
Crayola, Crayola's all that I know.
The colors, delicious, making a rainbow.
Crayola, I love you so.
I love them so much, every shade,
p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, supreme)
Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, supreme, yeah, yeah)
Side to side
'Bout to slap box with
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune
Back at the bar in
come from our warlord
Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
We climb up the mountain of human flesh
To a plateau of green grass, and green
come from our warlord
Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
We climb up the mountain of human flesh
To a plateau of green grass, and green
come from our warlord
Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
We climb up the mountain of human flesh
To a plateau of green grass, and green
I don't want a mountain of diamonds
And a valley of gold wouldn't do
But if you want to make me happy
Just make me a present of you
I don't
a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coup de Ville
Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box
I can't lie (I can't lie)
I can't tell you that I'm
When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles,
a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coup de Ville
Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box
I can't lie (I can't lie)
I can't tell you that I'm
were some country folk and some hunters inside
somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song
this movin like your
Eyes when you sleep
Movin like a mountain under the
Faith of a mustard seed
I don’t think outside the box
Cause I broke that
I keep
the double dyed black brown I advise
Box talk sequence, powerhouse kick out
Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out
I'm direct, golden best, golden
I found a ring deep inside a box on a dead-end street
And you were there watching me
But I didn't know, I couldn't see
I was lost, asleep inside
not too far in the mountains
Playing for the Cubs, you would think I'm getting scouted
My wrist on froze, you would think it's dripping like a fountain
yourself a drink
I left your next clue by the sink
It should be a box with your name
Open it up see what inside whatever it is put it on
And head
you're, gonna find
[Chorus]
You might be stackin' money, mountain high
So they're, gonna try, try to, catch your eye
But all that glitters boy
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in
gonna be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick with Sis' tonight
She came down from the Boston mountains
There was
you had better run, boy
At home his dad would beat him, and he got really fat and
He got really laughed at
So out there in the sand box he decided
of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
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