Lyrics:
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger awhile in the shade of the tree
Throw away your troubles, dream
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
got a tat offensive similar to Victor Charlie
I meet a bitch, I don't sweat it, this ain't a Christmas party
[Chorus]
Try to stop mines from
this bitch like we crashed and shit
"So is that a joint?"
"It's um, marijuana inside of uh, tobacco."
"Oh okay."
"First turned on to it by Charlie
Robert Allen and lyrics by Al Stillman 1953
Roncom Music Co., and Charlie Deitcher Productions
Look
I just 14 carat my neck
She so sexy, head to her toes
I just spent my whole damn check
No regrets whenever when I'm old
I just hope it don't go
Charlie he's our lead guitarist
By day he's a graphic artist
Sam, our lap steel picker, he's a clerk
Rusty is our plumber bass player
And our drummer Rick,
body
This your body
Get the Banku
This your booty too big like a 1k note
Got me feeling confused like a one week old
Body smooth no stain like
my best to just succeed
Keep getting crushed by their brutality
So tell me is there anything left to believe?
On the agenda's blasphemy
Oh Oh, It's
and laugh?
Things just can't be this way
And not for very long
No no no no no no no no no no no no no no.
Our love affair said it's just history, yes it
thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
Now I need to get out of this hullabaloo
And I remember an old-fashioned old bar I once knew
With
loonies
Leave it smokin like a Lucy
Pipes as red as a ruby
Bitten by the bug
An it had cordyceps
Now I'm Addicted to this drug
an Fuck the side effects
the news but not for a full scale war
I found me an answer, in a grocery store
I found me an answer in the form of an old man with
A cardigan on, this
rapture
By abusing mother nature
(TV: ...murdered close to old Berlin's Checkpoint Charlie. Police assumes just one more execution by competing drug
Win' that shit for the team
Gota win' that shit for the team
Mmm, let's get it
Right now, I'm worried by myself, gotta go number one
Got win this for
dropped by out of the blue
Yea, this is Christmas
This is the time
When old feuds are forgettable
When dear Aunt May's inedible cookies taste divine
This
married the game I don't play though
No OVO Drake this a Draco
Old hearts, new chrome
Old queen, new throne
Old number, new phone
Same dog, same bone
Left
a course then push the button
I swallow spores born by the laws of a morbid glutton
I can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle
Zig zag
the reason why i am the wizard
My mind never clear, my heart colder than a blizzard
My soul filled with art painted by van goh
Is this the start to my
Blood red neon glows
Angelina ask Switchblade Charlie
Have you seen Elijah Rose
I ain't seen him, Angie
Switchblade Charlie said
But he must get out
spray harder
What a marvelous martyr maker
50 gig tone hold old dusty digital makeup
Melt with me slower this round
Technical retardation sound
Round one
the news but not for a full scale war
I found me an answer, in a grocery store
I found me an answer in the form of an old man with
A cardigan on, this
the news but not for
A full scale war
I found me an answer, in a grocery store
I found me an answer in the form of an old man with a cardigan on,
This
mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a
Monday like summertime in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define
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