Lyrics:
Years ago
I'm a little boy
No, I'm a great big man
No, let's be a little boy
For a little while longer
Maybe an hour?
No Steven
We have to go
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
a hotel room in New York city 'round about the time a friend or ours, Little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid, this is
in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
And it will go away
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming,
Please stop screaming
Steven
I hear my name (Steven)
Is someone
a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
This is
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
poppin' pill after little pill
Of them tabs of that shit you on, but if you want it you got it
You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it
you faster than you poppin' pill after little pill
Of them tabs of that shit you on, but if you want it, you got it
You'd bump this shit too, if we
burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God
Two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal
Free, young boss,
(I see Jesus standing waiting for me)
Once a man named Steven preached about the Lord
Folks were saved then folks were healed as they heard his
And it will go away
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming, please stop screaming
Steven, Steven, I hear my name
Steven, is
A mother lost a son but Steven's soul will never end, never end
A brother lost a brother, a friend lost a friend
A mother lost a son but Steven's soul will
or so I hear
This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings
Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Steven Steven Steven
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha
The artist was always the beneficiary
Of the ubiquitous dent
Now,
Ronker Shanken did not say that this was a mere cataclysm of our "eon-century"
No,
meanin'
Don't be scared of speakin' your mind
Everyone gets lonely sometime
Even Steven, even Steven, even Steven, even Steven, even Steven
Stevie,
Mendonca
Artist - Aamir Khan, Darsheel Safary, Tisca Chopra, Vipin Sharma
Vocals - Steven Baitali
Bass guitar - Andy Baitali
Acoustic/electric Guitar - Nico
Ain't no reason , you should be talkin', you a fed dog
Walking how you talkin', you ain't talk it', you a scam artist walkin
Walkin', how you
burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God
Two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal
Free, young boss,
Steven Laine - Steven Laine
Steven Laine - I'm coming home
Steven Laine - Steven Laine you're
The one to blame
For me playing this one act game
or so I hear
This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings
Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
a brother, a friend lost a friend,
a mother lost a son but Steven's soul will never end.
(You were so young)
(Good-bye)
A brother lost a brother,
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