Lyrics:
God, Tom, who are we going to tell?
The Sherriff, he belongs in a prison cell
Keep your mouth shut, that's what we're going to do
Unless you want to wind
Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you
Marley, poet and a prophet
Bob Marley, taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me, can't you see I'm gonna cough it?
Give
Marley, poet and a prophet
Bob Marley, taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me, can't you see I'm gonna cough it?
Give
Where you going Billy-Bob
You just want a little more
Where you going Billy-Bob
See what the world has in store
It's a part of life
That you're gonna
with all that
No no no no, I know you're there
The truth is out there
Uh yeah, yeah this is Tom
Uh yeah, yeah this is Tom
Yada yada yada
Hilsdons-iz,
Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you
the box she dropped on my head
You can drop me in the ocean if it's anywhere near her bed!
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork
You never know it to look at me
A Dracula moon
See love come down any way you want to
Doesn't ask for your permission
Open up your arms and we will
life
Lord have mercy!
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin'
ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it
Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you
No dis ain't new I been down wit da trece
Try n rob me you know I got da cuete
13 bitch do it big like a jefe
Beam at yo noggin it's gone knock yo ass
show ya
The carpet so red paparazzi will know ya
I smile so large Tom Cruise'll be watching
You know he taking notes
'Cause my star it be launching
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know
Whose shirt you wear
Now it's time to leave the
Capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground
the engine room
Jamming In a dream
From 40 years ago
I need to play along
And I want you all to know
Keep the love but lose the sorrow
And let it fly into
right girl
I just want you to always be easy, and keep on shakin that thing
and I want you swingin it swingin it swingin
Tell me how now
Like
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
on me I’m not even your king’s size
Flow thru
You F with me you take an L (FL)
It’s only logic that you know that I’m a pro too (protools)
I dont
you want me
And don't I know that you know that I know that you know
That I want you
So let it be known by letter or phone
All our other lovers
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