Lyrics:
Is there anything left
Maybe steak and eggs
Waking up to washing up
Making up your bed
Lazy days my razor blade
Could use a better edge
It's
Well, I've already had two beers
I'm ready for the broom
Please, Missus Henry, won't you
Take me to my room?
I'm a good ol' boy
But I've been
breakfast, she'd fix toast and coffee, enough, coffee for
the tin, toast for the eggs for the church, then she would ask and say,
what you want this morning?
bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some
no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits 'cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin' each
respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits
To help you feel well and strong
(pic of blue adult male muppet in grocer's outfit)
The grocer sells the things you eat
Like bread and eggs, cheese
Got a pocket full of Benji's and her new Luccheses
And the best beef in the cheese state, baby
Mm
Carol Jean, she's the chicken egg queen
Yeah,
clap
You gon' let me hit you with this wood or not?
Young nigga comin' straight through with the guap
Got a bitch in Hollywood, she good with the top
should spend it, to get it just how I should
All money ain't good money but no money ain't good
I took the hood tactics and plot on the musical talents
that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?
Well, I believe I have
the shop for some eggs
And I try to get over the argument in the house
That I just had
In the heat of June
And fucking more lockdown
Well, yeah,
Hide witch hide the good folks come to burn thee
Their keen enjoyment hid behind a gothic mask of duty
Put your old ladies back into bed
Put
held darkness in withheld clouds
I would ask, "Should we just keep driving?"
Maple syrup, coffee
Pancakes for two
Hash brown, egg yolk
I will
As another election year upon us
These last four years been good to me
Couple dollars in a couple different bank accounts
Some here, some offshore
None of 'em want this shit more than I want it
I seen it all coming, knew they would push a button
Easter egg huntin', they gotta look for somethin'
on mollies mixed with tranquilizers
I shoot at my rivals
I race for your title
I'm the African-American idol
Your bitch on powder, a good dick rider
She
Early in the morning
I put breakfast on your table
And I make sure that your coffee
Has its sugar and cream
Ooh, your eggs are over easy
Your
refer to those in love
Swore I'd love you till the day I die, and beyond..
Are we going to the same place? if so, can I come?
It's egg rolling thick
a fire when the woods are wet,
No!
You can't make a butterfly strong,
Hmm, hmm!
You can't fix an egg when it ain't quite good,
And you can't
Two tablespoon's of cinnamon,
And two or three egg whites.
A half a stick of butter?. Melted?
Stick it all in a bowl baby.
Stir it with a wooden
Fat and weak, what a disgrace
Guess the champ got too lazy
Ain't gonna fly now he's just takin' up space
Sold his gloves, threw his eggs down
My ba-by kissed me good-night, and I am glad to relate
that by the time I got home, I was feeling great
I climbed up the door and o-pened
to decipher
The ills of the world make the situation lighter
The clock is always ticking, the systems should be kickin'
Like Tip said in "Ham and Eggs", I
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