Lyrics:
all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones
'Cause
at the casino
Danced "the Piccolino" (10)
When the movie was new
Spent the night with Dino
Had to sleep with Jerry Lewis too (11)
But anyone can see my new
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
with a tank and a highway map
I can drive all night
But where I'm from, my Sydney girl
We drive on the right
Strong willed woman from down under
Said
wrist's all froze
Champagne's in my glass
I'm surrounded by hoes
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit up
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit
shine bright
Whoa!
And we sabi say no be power no be by might
So we holler one time for this one life o
If you love me never you cry on my last night o
I
a little town somewhere north of Sydney by the beach where everyone's a little out of reach
Yeah it's just a portrait of the artist as a middle-aged man
by name
"Now, TOMMY! now, BOBBY! now, MORGAN and EION!
On, JILL! on MOLLIE! on, SYDNEY and LIV!
To the top of the state! to the top of it all!
Let's
Jesse James was a man that killed many a man
And robbed the Glendale train
Robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Had a hand and a heart
THE ORGAN BY DAY
SANG GOSPEL TUNES AT NIGHT
YOU KNOW THERE’LL NEVER BE
ANOTHER ONE - ANOTHER ONE - LIKE HIM
THEY CALLED JAMES BROWN (MR. DYNAMITE)
THEY
'cause I'm natural
If on the first night I hit, then that's a hoe
And I gotta stay away
You can never by mine your nigga he got you on layaway
Bitch, we
spend their every night, uh
Here we are sharing a space with them
Grad tripping, trying to avoid tripping up on a nightly basis
Pre-gaming by the pool
[Leela James]
Had things on my mind
I tried to get by
Things ain't goin right
Workin day and night
Gon' keep on movin on
Cause a new day gon' come
meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my
the tracks, ta the mic that's in my hand
From, wantin' to be black, to lovin who I am
From not known where your from, to the image of Sydney
From no one
the tracks, ta the mic that's in my hand
From, wantin' to be black, to lovin who I am
From not known where your from, to the image of Sydney
From no one
So I was just cooling by the lake
Laid up under a tree
Phone in my hand just jotting some shit down
Some inspiration and I look over
And I saw you
behind my shoulder
Can't escape my devilish ways
Know you'd hate to be replaced
By a great with the name of Tylr C
part of the cult
Fuck all these MCs
Glasgow Sunday night
After being beaten by his opponent in a championship boxfight
Chorus
Yeah he died he died Sunday night he died
In a fucking bloody
yellin?!
Who the fuck overrated?!
If anything they underpaid him
Hatin that's only 'gon make
Him spend the night
Out of spite with the chick you've been
Summer night in Harlem man it's really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep
And I'm too cold to eat
I don't care if I die or not
Winter night in Harlem
Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf
Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck
The cord length I forgot to check
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
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