Lyrics:
bevies and have a good sup,
I'll no part o' this fancy O' Brian's dreamed up,
Find some other idiot to pilot your craft,
And tomorrow ye'll be sober.
[...]. Brian, you before?)
(Ah, Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow.)
(Is there an E there?)
(Ah, Papa)
(Ten more minutes, Brian.)
(Papa. Mama. Ah, ah. Is that it?)
with one punk down.
A big Cadillac against a kid, age 19.
His name was Brian Deneke, the most punk you'd even seen.
A punk whose lifetime was
Sie nennt mich Brian oder nennt mich Mike
Nur weil sie nicht weiß, wie ich wirklich heiß'
Sie nennt mich Kai oder Mr. Nice
Nur weil sie nicht
say that you love me
Make me say oh no
I see you all alone
I'm halfway out the door
Unless you turn around
And you treat me right
[Brian:]
Oh,
there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Brian's still glued to the radio
Louie's lookin' out the rear window
Guy's got around to orderin' fries
But root
In the house for show
Father Dom knockin on your front door
(Goldy)
Hey hoes, I rest, dress, and pimp till I die
It's Goldy
(Brian)
And this is
here is Ninja Brian.
Say hi, Ninja Brian.
[Ninja Brian:]
[?]
[Ego:]
Fantastic.
[Ego:]
Now, before we begin annihilating your fucking soul with
that her
Parliament at brian crib
And nobody home now, I'mma be a crying kid
But it's seeming like I'm safe
For the time being
My uncle gettin all
to titty
I mark my territory, G spots I licky licky
Brian Leach made TVT take a risk
Now TVT's thankin Brian Leach for signin Pit
Lil Jon, when dat "Crunk
Brian
Top marks for not trying
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted
And I wonder
Are
Brian
Top marks for not trying
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted
And I wonder
Are
Brian
Top marks for not trying
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted
And I wonder
Are
my all
but when the night falls, we hold eachother all night
Play some B. Knight, He'll make it all right
[Brian]
I can see it in your eyes,
[Chorus]
Lyin' in bed,
Just like Brian Wilson did,
Well I am,
Lying in bed,
Just like Brian Wilson did.
So I'm lying here,
Just staring
Time: 2:52 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Engineered by jim linker and rob klohs at dolphin
en contra tenemos una bala in da fucking brian
Vamos para arriba homie aquí queremos todo
Con los huevos bien puestos aquí no torcemos el codo
Mucho
Brian
Este es Mr brian
Con Samir
Samir Bazzi
De Corazon
Mr Brian
Mejor Imposible...Ja!!!!
joda
Quien es? Quien es? Emus dj y la banda de Brian
Ella busca la joda en alguna parte
Mandarse pal baile y hacer desastres ella quiere alcohol uo uo
Y
in
Bench press, bars i was pushing
They sleep on me like a sofa cushion
Wake em up, remove the bushings
Chase a sack like brian cushing
Get
she pull in bikini
Toking exotic, we smoking on kiwi
Hit it outta the park just like Brian Sweeney
Just like Brian Sweeney
Just like Brian Sweeney
Her
flying off the page
Their insults never hurt they simply add to Brian’s rage
Every rhyme’s a calculation
Complimenting declaration
Adding in collaboration
on repeat
This song was supposed to stay between
Brian May and me
The house lights go up and the crowd erupts
Everything went like it should
Rock star sinks
sad na ex
Plava boja letimo yes Brian O'Conner style
Vrtimo krug bratex
Vrtimo krug bratex
Bez nje nikad necu ostati sam
Sa njom sam ja kralj na ulici
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