You're a dirty one, Grassy You got more mouths to treat The swallowed seeds will grow it seems To turn a tree You're a dirty one, Grassy Five hundred
Long legs, We can go anywhere with small hands Long legs, We can go anywhere with small hands Long, Long, Long (ooooh) Long, Long, Long (ooooh) Milky
We were dreaming Up on the canyon When sudden water Came crashing down Beneath the river Were fish aplenty We were running We cry on home
to know him better No one is forsaken, no one is a liar He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water He hums, there are drums, four winds
a crappy deal least it came with a few toys like a happy meal this game you could never win cause they love you then they hate you then they love you
filled with fire Wish I was a better liar It hurts when it's happening and so I cried The winter is here and cold I just that I could have told you That
Liar, liar set your pussy on fire I see you dancing right now I don't need to tell you that you know how Baby, you do, I say you belong And if you dream
you crazies They call me crazy cause I made it Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't f-cking wit' Budden, you ain't got
Da 5'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife
yeah Well, sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name Is like laying in a graveyard wide awake You're scared that if you cough or yawn you
you can sing your song You can get it wrong You can kiss the rock of ges The liars and the sages You can walk awhile down the mystery mile You can beat the drums
he's over the edge Insincerities and deceit Called off any old pledge Saying one thing, doing another Unacceptable, you're not his brother War drums
rebel, you an old school coward A black Aryan, I been here before, man American made new world warrior And I don?t give a fuck what you think about me If you know then you
section, uh-of the Hot Boy$ Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat You
Cause we know difference Between the font of twenty percent more And the font of Teriyaki, you tell me How does it make you feel? You tell me what's real
world in her bare hands You'll fall in love you'll have no choice Once you are given a fair chance For the first time you will sleep well Take a deep
since the first time this little boy picked up a mic I've been dreaming for the day that you would hear it and like Every word that I spit hoping you
all I got now the rich all bitch how they were used did they ever have to play the pay to play blues Buddy if you're up there listening could you tell
