Lyrics:
played and played until it's all played out
Sucker MC's come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
And the promise of contracts and bread
With all our joy he gave us to fame and fortune
That left us half dead.
Goin' up's easy
When you got the song
That
felt my heart contract
To my mind I brought the image of light
And I expanded out of it
My fear was just a shadow
And then a voice spoke in my head
She having all the ways good contacts,
She making with Apple an contract.
What a shame Mary Jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame Mary
drinkin' I'd just hold you back
Go on and sign the contracts hon and I'll read about you
In some old newspaper blowin' cross some lonesome hobo camp
Me
the West End, alright
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bumming slumming friends have all got new boots
And someone just asked me if the group
battlin' needin' bookin's and you the best contract I've known
I'm a gonna be a hard act to follow if you keep comin' on
I'm a gonna be a hard act
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots
An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits
always paid my due
I'm the man that signed the contract to raise the rising sun
And that was about the biggest thing that man had ever done
I was straw
when
You ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "Deportee"
Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted
Our work contracts out
And we
recording contract"
Now, friends, if you see me walkin' down the street
Remember what you see ain't necessarily me
And if I try to hold you up, don't pay
You live, it'll be miraculous
I got more hits than a contract killer
Like the caterpillars that don't got antennas (what?)
Other words, I don't got
the man and the woman they remain in contact
Let us say it's for the child
With disagreements about the meaning of a marriage contract
Conversations hard
speeding tickets
In contracts, dollars
In funerals, in births
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you figure
A last year
extra, it's mister headlines
Who signed every contract and missed the deadlines
40 days, 40 nights, tryna live up to the hype
It's the road less
shook hands
That last and final show
All those years we never had
A contract or a clash
Whatever we may be today
We owe it all to Cash
We were
Covenant woman got a contract with the Lord
Way up yonder, great will be her reward.
Covenant woman, shining like a morning star,
I know I can
Mr.Lover
Mr.loverman yuh buck upon Mr.Lover
The love nah contract yuh know it a expand
And from it a expand it just a galang,galang
A gwain givelove
know, what I might be on
She signed me to a contract, baby said it would
All be so life long
I looked around then for a reason
When there wasn't
the face on the cutting room floor
She had visions of contracts
And thousands of people in line
To see her;
Knocking on door after door after all of this
Invite me to your little contract Ha! Ha!
Rumor has it that you could play dirty
I'll tell you what I'll do about that
I'm playing at the wrong game
shook hands
That last and final show
All those years we never had
A contract or a clash
Whatever we may be today
We owe it all to Cash
We were
under no one's command
He's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it
contract that I had to sign
Says I'll be making these movies till the end of time
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
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