Lyrics:
a High-Brow! ~ You're a Sin-ger!
Hee hee, I'm a Sin-ger? ~ Ha, ha ha ha!
She's a Lady ~ Ah! He's a Sin-ger! ~ Oh yeah!
Words and Music by
Cy Coben, 1950
down the corner to the left. Oh, I?ve got to stop talking to myself.
SINGERS
Ooh-ee-ooh-ah-ah-teeng-tang-walla-walla-bing-bang! Alive men!(?)
familiar
With old names
That ain't talking love or paper
And new names with new favors
I am Kool-Aide
Feeling like a staple singer
And ballin'
88'
growing stronger
Moral standards getting obsolete
As religion's growing older
Disbelief is growing stronger
Christian charity failed by greed
different vibes, we've got different needs
We've got different religions, different regions and different creeds
But we're one people, all coming from
sinner
And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin'?
Well go and get batman, and go get back man
I don't need to be judged by you
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you want to be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
won't equal
We got some perks
Got some flaws
Don't let yours defeat you
I seen a beautiful voice get stolen by a needle
That henne had my liver hurt
Had
pop me one
While you by the bar I grab your boy a shot of rum
I'm the shit to the point you gotta stop I got the runs
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Why they all
I got a bad bitch, she came all the way from Naples
Stay by my side, she stuck to me like a staple
That's my lil baby, imma rock her like a cradle
My
of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough
Room. "God damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,
"I got
"God damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,
"I got an idea." "What?" said Marsha. "Just watch," said Sheila, touching her
yeah (yeah)
Singer* ohhh
(one more time)
Singer* ohhh
(uh huh)
Singer* ohhh
(where we at?)
Singer* ohhh
(AZ)
It's been official best wishes I send
best
Alien Angel protect when demons at the neck
I got a lease on my skin,
Held together with ethereal staples
And if you're able,
Can you heal me in
it’s bad for my health,
Know it’s bad for my health,
But I’ve got no one else,
Always by myself and,
Ive been catching flights to different time zones,
like an exorcism
Cooking crack on the hot plate like you're still in prison
Worship money and the power like we got a new religion
I'm ready to blow
Kick
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
to the pigeons
So best believe like religion that when I step in the kitchen
That all these dumbos is finished
I thought I told you to listen, I got more drive
And I've got 21 reasons
I've got 21 reasons
And there go 22 singers on the run
First I saw the digits crawling
Slowly up the rocky coast
Just some separated
I got these staples n stitches, for these faggots and bitches
If you were suspicious that my verse were fictitious
I'm violent and vicious,
staples watch niggas try to copy
I put it on I ain't saving no style
I'm by myself Imma go against the crowd
Who the brokest? ain't never being loud
I keep
'm just a singer in a rock and roll band.
A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word
Only who is the artist
We got to agree
A thousand miles can lead
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band
A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word
Only who is the artist
We got to agree
A thousand miles can
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