Lyrics:
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now when I say I'm complete;
That means I'm true to my game and my cap
And I refrain from bein played like a sap
And a bitch? No
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn't handle
do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
And save me from this road I'm on
Jesus, take the wheel"
It was still getting colder
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn't handle
Bailey
He takes some steps
And bopped his head
He spins
(Turns around)
Takes some steps
Yeah
The method
Of stop, tap, spin
No talkin'
Bailey's
Bailey, won't you please come home
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'm-a gonna do your cookin',
Thank you, you're very kind
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey?
Won't you come home?
Ah, you've been away too long
I do that cooking, honey
You
tooth comb
Yes, I know that I'm to blame, and ain't that a shame
Bill bailey, won't you please come home
Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come
Bailey, won't you please come home
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'm-a gonna do your cookin',
raising this child, these children
Nothing, none of it belongs to you
You can only have it by letting go
You can only take if you are prepared to give
pull up to his mansion alone
And don't come in with all that gun play
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
And save me from this road I'm on
Jesus, take the wheel"
It was still getting colder
Bailey, won't you please come home
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'm-a gonna do your cookin',
Hey, Bill Bailey, don't look now but somebody's calling you
Who, why, your lady friend, that's who
If I were you, If I were you, I'd get my little
I''m to blame, ain''t it a shame,
Bailey, won''t you please come home.
(A''walk on home, Bill.)
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(Ah, like it like that!)
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in the sky keeps on turnin'
I've been trying to make it home
Got to make it before too long
Ooh, I can't take this very much longer, no
I'm
there
I'm becoming old enough to wonder
Happy that I'm still too young to care
Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down
Refugees and fantasies go
Bailey, won't you please come home
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'm-a gonna do your cookin',
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