Lyrics:
of these songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is
and act so bitter
Can't join a team unless you
A for sure shitter
Glock hit him like it's Ed Reed
But it ain't got a safety
SBs cost a touchdown
You still
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
DMC, we have a mid-thirties male found down, unresponsive
Possible overdose, substance unknown
Pulse is 60 and thready, respiration's eight
He's
bother and there's no fuss
Check out any wall, one hundred punks rule
One hundred punks rule
And Jimmy's no.101 knows one day he'll be One
Watch
yeah, don’t make a sound”
To dance to Jimmy Reed that’s all I want to make you see
I don’t want to make a scene, but she’s looking like she could scream
Oh sure, your sweet little Jimmy's safe
Cowering under covers from the moon
And that protection won't defend him
I'll worm through where he dares not
and put out that wack flow track?”
He’s looking for a rap that’ll make him stack dough fast
And come out with a whole album like “I’m in 2Pac mode class!”
an arrow to his neck
And he was pleading, "Please, Jimmy, I just want to go to heaven"
He didn't though, he didn't let that arrow fly,
He said, "Boy, you can
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
a nine-to-five on Wall Street
When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still
the bag, he been teaching the streets now
Everybody glo-ing up like they Chief Keef now
M.WiLL bought a house, now my dawg just got married
Jimmy finished
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
honesty's faulty
Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, can't afford to work harder
Boycotted the Olympics, no swimming in Russian water
Reagan's in the 80s and he's
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
remember
Clancy telling me how Jimmy Iovine thought
This album was a "complete fucking failure it
Didnt work" but see, it did
Just not on the kids he
Was
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
holding while he's blowing on his reed?
Who was forced to hear this song from embryo to final stage?
Who celebrates and smiles when I turn a book's last
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
There's a glass half empty
There's a glass half full
I look in the mirror
A friend or a fool?
With ignorance or wisdom?
Is he good or evil?
Brave
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