Lyrics:
just fucking you know
Lol boy you so stupid
You not in school so tell me where the fuck the music
I told her pray for me and baby be patient
She looked
As they danced sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even petted my fur.
Fuck me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
swimming in the Holy Sea.
But I like the music and the open air,
So every Summer I go to Clare.
Coz Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana,
Can hold
whoa, whoa Repeat (2)
Throw Cautions To The Wind Label Copy
Produced by: Thomas Anderson for Thomas Anderson Music Productions
Songwriters: Wyatt
and respect a deh proper protocol
Jimmy Cliff, Peter Tosh, and Burning Spear
Bunny Wailer, Dennis Brown
I and I must declare
With the greats I share
This music
close to me
Don't give a fuck who are
I'll dump on your squad
I bump by in harlem
Stop to the garden
Ask niggas they'll tell you sunshine's a problem
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
here 'bout as good as it get
Sunshine all in my soul, I keep it lit
I been in it for a minute and baby, I can't quit
I'm addicted to the rhythm and oooh
sure you get it
You'll have it by the morning
I'll answer your call
Just call me when you're horny
I'll make sure you smile
Your sunshine when it's
never fell off that cliff
Let's get it started
9/29, oh, ay, I've been a target
Whether in New Orleans or when I set it off
With the bars in the morning
remember them niggaz with jheri curls
Nobody's hardcore niggaz who souped up ready for the world
Babyface in the deal, I keep shit real
Activator spray,
(Day is that you?)
Ya my, Sunshine
Ya my, Ya my
Sun shine's bright, And the snow it falls, At our feet
Away at our feet
Ya my, my
My sunshine
Yeah
your bluff
I sure wish you'd told me
That love just ain't enough
Now little Miss Sunshine lights the city by the sea
And me I'm quite fond of her when
As long the sunshine glow, that garden will grow
Mowing down Busch, mowing down Busch in the beer garden
Laying down hoes, laying down hoes when
made by the paid down to the poor
Here to explain what the hell the underground is fighting for
If you in it for the passion better get to grasping
in
'Cause my jimmy's a tight fit fight with the nice split Tech Nina
I do that Bollywood chick likes this
I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she
va se congio, tigeraso..
[Chorus]
Jimmy, "Copa Cabana," in Miami, Little Habana
Aiy.. Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana
We're gonna party hasta por
that time in a different business
Flowing wild, I could keep tempo within a tempest
Trynna get my music to sound as pretty as Tip's shit
Get so lost in
ignore the scrimmage
Till the day I say did it
Motivated by how vivid
The picture is I believe coz I'm so designed in his image
Nigga get it
Keep it
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
run away from the toxic
Jump in the mosh-pit turn my music up make
Sure everybody watchin'
My ex fell out of luck
When we fell out of love
These things
son's knee
Just so he can stand on his own two feet some day in the future
By the way, a week later inside of my oven blew up (yeah, that actually
stains for the payment
Ever since kids we put pain onto pages
Since colour by number Ms Waynes in reception
It's a curse and a blessing we ain't staying
down the street, in the VDub look it's me
I still turn my head at every Jimmy GMC I see, but since then I've ditched the Jeep
Apparently, I'm not
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