Lyrics:
You made the coat and vest
Should fit me the best.
You sewed the buttons strong.
But Sam, you made the pants too long.
Far from the Bronx I
Unchain my heart (unchain my heart)
Baby, let me be
Unchain my heart (unchain my heart)
'Cause you don't care about me
You've got me sewed up like
the love
Margaret sewed there
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
He watches the tug-boats down canals
An' calls out to them when he thinks he knows
Unchain my heart (unchain my heart)
Baby, let me be
Unchain my heart (unchain my heart)
'Cause you don't care about me
You've got me sewed up like
was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is
so dear
He slew my knight and seized his gear
My servants all for life did flee
And left me in extremity
I sewed his shroud, making my moan
I watched
home
Bad attitudes, octoroon skin tones
Slave food turned to soul food, collards to neck bones
Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag
Bet she had
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in Sin City
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
a tailor,
Sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling' man
Down in New Orleans.
Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk,
Jabberjaw the Shark
Donald Duck got the whole damn city sewed up
In a ghetto cartoon in a land called fuck
sewed a dream
Into every seam.
Making shoes, oh so neat
Just like magic on her feet
And he hoped she'd know
That he loved her so.
But she
sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta
Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is
they pulled up
You niggas talk too much, get your mouth sewed up
Look at my chain, know it's ice 'cause it's snowing
Vivienne West but my friend
Back in 1964 you healed my broken soul
Walking back from the dead and sewed my head
With the sacred thread of Rock and Roll
Goodbye St. Paul
probably won't last in none of these jails
I'm tattooed up, Levi's double sewed Chuckers
No shirt, I'm back muh'fuckers!
The mac muh'fuckers don't clack
Unchain my heart, baby let me be
Unchain my heart 'cause you don't care about me
You've got me sewed up like a pillow case
But you let my love go
relapsed
Got my hood sewed up and I don't be there (I got dawgs)
Bought some chains for my niggas, what they be 'bout?
Give a bitch ten Gs when she leave
and Low it's no Equal
Front but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
with the game when I sewed it
Since you came thought I owed
the bullet holes was too much, no luck
Ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out
The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up
Hold up, and wait
a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans.
Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase
and snitches
Shit only killers
Hoochie bitches and hot
Hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood
The fattest boulders
got I'll have ya sewed up
16 shots come and get mine
Fuck you motherfuckers 'cause I'm
Finally livin' Big Time!
I make big money livin' big time
I make
Georgia blood in me
So I pulled the trigger
And the bullet hit him squarely in the chest
Then I shot him one more time
For every button sewed upon his vest
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