Lyrics:
but I'm Happy in some ways today
Books and records surround you now, fasten your bible belt
Books and records all around you now, remember how you felt
setting records like the Guinness Books
Look
We pulled up and They know it's Us
(Yeah)
We smoking loud and I can't hear ya
Running thru them packs and all I
body
Jiggle it for me, for me
Wait a minute, pause for a second,
She broke off my ting like the book of Record,
Flip off her tongue, bounce to this
it right, maybe one night
I be rapping bout my life on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always kept one foot
Between records and books
a record's just a record in a book that's just a book
Bum ba bum ba bum ba bum ba bum ba bum ba bum
This Walter Johnson, I speak of, never so much as gave
he'd repainted my room
And bought me a brand new carpet
There was all me old records and books on a shelf
And a secondhand telly from the market
You
book.
But the record’s stuck.
No-one wants to hear that your hearts been broken.
I bet it sounds good after what you’ve been smoking.
So move
right, maybe one night
I be rapping bout my life on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always kept one foot
Between records and books
And the suckers
Giving a voice to the common people
Waiting all year for this season
I'm breaking records of books, I ain't teasing
I ain't sitting around
Got 2 acounting chicks just to count my money
Genus book of records is where I be
Take a trip to Paris to buy some silk sheets
Got super models in
I've loaned a lot of things to a lot of friends
Like dresses and records and books
And some of the time I never see them again
And in a weird way
school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? you?
Hey pmrc, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold
ਨਾਲੇ ਓਟ ਚ ਪੂਰਾ
ਕਈ ਮੁਰਗੇ ਤੇ ਮੀਤਾ ਚ ਲੱਭਦੇ ਰਹਿੰਦੇ ਓਦਾਂ ProTeen ਹੁੰਦਾ ਅਖਰੋਟ ਚ ਵੀ ਪੂਰਾ
Spoon ਗਿਰੀ ਆਲੇ ਕੀੜੇ ਪਾਲੇ ਨਾ blood ਨੇ
Guinness book ਚ record ਸਾਡੇ ਗੱਡ
better, you better, you bet)
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you, cut you like a knife
I lay on the bed with you
We could make some book
better, you better, you bet)
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you, cut you like a knife
I lay on the bed with you
We could make some book
the Guinness book of
Records was records I written
I rhyme and you mimic the rhyme that
I didn't like when I did it you bit it
Your bite is so big you
Need
it’s only
For barely any time at all
Please don’t feel afraid
I’ve got you engraved
Records, letters
Books left on the shelf
Restless, dreamless
Feel
on sleep
Instead I tore through your records, your books and CDs
Made any attempt to feel half-complete
Let's not leave it too long until we next meet
Are
a girl, under the bell.
Remember Mamouns? The first felafel?
The Village Gate swinging like hell!?!
We had each other in funky apartments,
Records
I'm a menace
I stay breaking records like book world of Guinness
I'm the shit and I'm green like I'm Piccilo
She carnivores still gave her pickle though
that I'm traveling
Looking for something, but I keep coming back to the color Green
Maybe things are simple as they seem
In all these dusty records
in the window
Your records your books
Our morning coffee our noons our nights
Our bodies spilled together sleeping
The tiny flowing currents
Immediate
in the window
Your records your books
Our morning coffee our noons our nights
Our bodies spilled together sleeping
The tiny flowing currents
Immediate
And all your special needs
Crying out but no one sees
Get on your knees and beg
I have given so much, a meaningful touch
An amorous look, a record or book
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