Lyrics:
hands are red
He said, You took him and Billy fishing by the old oak tree
Told them both to wait for you, you had to go pee
Then you snuck up from
sedition backed by
Big time promoters cBS promoted the Clash
But not for revolution, just for cash
Punk became a fashion just like
Hippy used to be A
And it
Hello, sir
Spare a thought
You look like you'd be the richest man around
I've got a degree
I've got a big smile
Why not let me have this gig for
The snakeskin bracelet
On your wrist
Always came undone
And it's strange the little things the
Mind remembers
When the big things in love
gorilla you son of a bitch
I'mma take a big hit, hold it in, let it go
Inhale, exhale, only marijuana smoke
No joke, man I ain't even laughing
Ain't no
I'm made up of instincts,
None of which are too keen.
But I get by with these high cheek bones,
Little faith in people,
Or a higher being.
I'm
(Small sad Sam, small sad Sam)
Here's a tale of a man who was puny and weak
Stood four foot six in his stocking feet
Kinda narrow in the shoulder
the running man
When the summer streets heat up and the murdas come again
I'm never gonna die slow, I'm never goin quick
Never leave the world as long as fat
world ain't
big enough to keep me down. Yea we're livin'
in a sick world. The man on the T.V. said we
got lotsa trouble overseas, well what the hell
a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind.
She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy.
From her big brown coat she puller a silver
Yo fellas there's a treasure trunk (where?) Up in the attic
(You mean Johnson-ohnson-on?) No-no-no-no, twenty-four karat
(How we get it?) What you
me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible
Take two, De La Soul, rollin' by and scrape you, ha
That's for thinking that we was cool, ha (brrt)
and live our dreams
I know it seems like we are going against the grain
We just really trying to smooth out the edges man
You gotta keep your head and keep
you're lying in your bed
late at night
with the fattest ugliest man
you've ever seen
At least you can pretend
that there's a life
after you've been born
Always lived with the feeling
The end could be coming soon
Learned to live with the pa-ra-noi-a
Learned to run on the fumes
It's tempered by
way, seventeen .38s or so
Inside of my big brova ride, that you would never find
I fear no man but god, but far as failure I am terrified
I dip around
isn't working or worth it
Big bang theory used in hoods to bury us under earth surface
Question
To kill a man or talk it out
What would you do
Be
the big leagues don't you
Aerospace bed 'cause you blow up and they still sleep on you
Never short of things to say I'm never outta lines, but the things I
Six years old
Tired of being told
All the things I need to do
I'm a big boy now
I can read and count
I can even tie my shoes
Why do I need a bath
is big
Leaving a legacy
Do not be stupid remember you His
Yeah remember you His
Can't hold me down, can't hold me down nah
Vibe is weird when they come
nothing new
Big slap in the face to vets of War War II
Everybody borrows money like there is no end
By now it's clear a banker cannot be your friend
Oh Oh
All through school you kept her tied down
Like heifer at a rodeo
No one ever thought
That you would ever let her go
You were the big man on campus
keep moving
Like peeps pursued by police in sets in cheap movies
Rare like like three googies
Tearing beats seamless
Wearing three seasons
Take heed
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