Lyrics:
brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
my mind was young until she grew
my secret thoughts known only by the few
it was a dream much to real
"Sometimes You're The Holler"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES
Maggie raised her sister June
With
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
TO SOME BIG TOWN,
WHERE THEY LOVE A GAL,
BY THE CUT OF HER CLOTHES.
VM AND YOU'LL STAND OUT IN BUTTONS AND BOWS.
MM WE'LL LOVE
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur
Draped in white velvet, silk and lace.
The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase,
Sparkles on fingers,
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
body all that
Ten toes baby yea
I ride by myself it's betta for my health
Ride by myself hard trusting someone else
This world get you knelt everybody
'Arryis..'Arry 'Arrisssizzzz and Paul
Duh..Duh..Duh..Di'Anno. Chart position 18 it got to, that was released on 26th of April 1982. And it was off
of the album
start this album, I would like you to know
I don't condone any of the following
Brutal harming of others, unless if followed by the code of Hammurabi
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
carefully colored by the sun
Beautiful beyond what anyone thinks
Beyond the struggles my complexion bring
Skin
Smooth like silk the shade of cocoa
And there's
and hard
Sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
Of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
Your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
When the dawn
When you're smiling, there in your attire
Fancy styling
Right here by the fire
Quite beguiling, my, don't you inspire
I'm santarrific if I do say
and things and buttons and bows
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
on my Louis silk shirt match my Louis rag
Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
But when the time was right, the flowers grew
But they were made of silk and sequins, two by two.
I traveled 'round the world to find the sun.
I
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
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