Lyrics:
the pox
And Nabokov wrote on index cards
At a lectern, in his socks
St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff
Imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders
Tumble down, tired and true
Spirit to restore, a balance is due
Go to sleep now Francies, close your eyes
Hang your thoughts up, shut the index
the dead sea of fluid mercury
Baby piano crys
Under your heavy index and thumb
Pull some strings-let them sing
The stars that shine
And the stars
boy and hill girl
The agony column
Don't crowd me
It's time for crime
Strange breed river girl's misery index
Inside my head my dog's a bear
She
Ivanovich Lobach
I am never forget the day my first book is published
Every chapter I stole from somewhere else
Index I copy from old Vladivostok
and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index
pays black
The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, busting these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Walker, Monks, Niagra,
Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,
Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,
Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel,
Walker, Monks, Niagra,
Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,
Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,
Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel,
on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you,
on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you,
melanin sweeter than sugarcane
Give her hickey, hickey on her neck
Sex like a gangster, on my face, innocent
Stroke her pussy with my index
Shawty got
the thing that I meant
Tiny voices trapped in a hothouse
Without windows, devoid of air
Index fingers raised in objection
Making circles that lead
saurai mieux
Comment te dire adieu
Comment te dire adieu
Tu as mis a l'index nos nuits blanches
Nos matins gris-bleu
Mais pour moi une explication
can't diss my mum
Shots start fly out and man get bun
Fling on my black garments and dun
Dry skin between my index finger and thumb
I hate man like
two
Touch more, taste a glass of oil
Flash yours rae
Money we saw, left em dead on the door, dick
Rots look chunky on the index
Straight up, lee
left em dead on the door, dick
Rocks look chunky on the index
Straight up, Lee vets and like old Adidas sweats
We the the illest vets
Apologies,
saurai mieux
Comment te dire adieu
Comment te dire adieu
Tu as mis a l'index nos nuits blanches
Nos matins gris-bleu
Mais pour moi une explication
on the trampoline learnin, you still concernin
I burn your index, spray your raps like they insects
I want that action
Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 2X)
five dollars
Ultimate focus behind your neck kid
We flex with tecs on your lyrical index
Stop the masses, rotate the fastest
Afro jheri curl world,
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gonna
Do about romance? whatcha gonna do about the economic price index?
Whatcha gonna do about llluuuuuv? whatcha gonna do about tense moments?
pinky, index, ring
Dinner bell dinner bell ding
I don't know whether I'd rather be having a bottle of vinegar (experimental dog)
I don't know whether
And I'm asking you to hold me
Just like the morning paper
Pinched between your pointer
Your index and your thumb
It's a semi-automatic
Believers are
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