Lyrics:
In a smoke-filled room
"How's it going then?" (Hahaha)
It's not going at all
We got no more gigs
You always knew it could be better
But you
'Cause I'm listening to gigs and thinking they're the bad man dem
Look in the rave wavin' bandanas but don't wanna buy no shanks man dem
Some joke man
mask on me
Actin' gig from Judd Apatow
It's so funny, I'm fly from my "crashing" gig
Maxfield, tryna see how fast it burn
In the field like a running
(Winwood/Capaldi)
When I was a young boy I lived for rock 'n' roll
We spent our time playing gigs and traveling on the road
And we didn't have much
Fly, won't you fly?
It comes overreaching
It's that whirly gig
It's also for jack
Whoever comes clean or a hullabaloo
For whip-stitching
Thirteen days on a gig in the south
Thirteen days on a gig in the South.
We've got enough dope to keep us all around
We've got two girls dancin'
a met-at-a-gig once
A mean, mean girl
I felt a sick one, she was a quick one
A mean, mean girl
Mean, mean, mean, mean girl
I guess she's not the kind that I
one, a met-at-a-gig once
A mean, mean girl
I felt a sick one, she was a quick one
A mean, mean girl
Mean, mean, mean, mean girl
I guess she's not
Well! I dove into this gig headfirst six months ago
Now I'm the leading actor in a live stage show
For nine months prior I just made mom fat
But the rumor
Fuck nigga
It's a dog-eat-dog world
Ten freaky girls
Sliding with no mask on
Fuck you broke niggas, my cash long
Gig on a bitch like Furl
Energie (yeah)
Und ich stürme deinen Gig mit achtzig Refugees (hahahahaha)
Fick' das Weiße Haus in Washington, D.C.
Wir kommen nachts im SUV, wir sind
Prepaid-
Handy hol’ für Cheatdates, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, zwanzig Mann auf deinem Live-Gig
Zahlen keinen Eintritt, bring mich nicht
goodbye
Praying for my soul
In rock and roll heaven
The great gig in the sky
Gotta make it to twenty-seven before I die
In rock and roll heaven
the
Night of my first gig
Hello LA hello
Things were harder than we planned
We were living day to day
I was having problems with the band
Stars were
as I went singing along
And that's called "evenin' son, I'm the headliner"
[Chorus: ]
Played a gig with John Hammond Jr. up in Vancouver BC
bands
We had started out to make it big
You should have seen our first gig
I was eleven
I was eleven.
Now there was all of us at school
And we
I'd just like a little credit where credit is due
It's the hardest gig I've known, I work my fingers to the bone
Yea, the dishes and the diapers
what did you hope to learn about here
If I were someone else, would this all fall apart
Strange, where were you, when we started this gig,
I wish
what did you hope to learn about here
If I were someone else, would this all fall apart
Strange, where were you, when we started this gig,
I wish
Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock
Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig
But somewhere in the world it's midnight
And the guerrillas just shot two pigs
Way back in the days
It feels so long ago
But I remember it well
Always looking for a pot of gold
An old beat-up van
We would drive from gig
the gig
You haven't been repaid
Now these two, treat them well
Upon themselves, showed up again
Now you sir, give up the gig
You haven't been repaid
Let's Go....
At home on that friday night
and his weekends been made
because he's just been paid
he'll be out tonight
cuz it's a hadouken! gig
he's
Too Tight?
Have I Ruined Your Gig?
Somewhere I've Done Something Right.
[Repeated]
I Know A Superstar,
Hes A Smart Kid, Real Hip, Real Cool,
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