Its hard to wake up When the shades have been pulled shut This house is haunted Its so pathetic It makes no sense at all I'm ripe with things to say
It's a sad affair When there's no one there He calls out in the night And it's so unfair At least it seems that way When you gave him his life And all
Sing, child sing Sing, child sing Melody maker Giver and taker, yeah Heart breaker Ooh, he want to sing I know Try it again Ooh, sooner or later He gonna
Then that's got shall get Them that's not shall loose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that
wine" Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes God bless little children while they're still too young to hate When he moved away I found my pen and copied
[Child #1] ...and then Jackie Chan just started kickin em like POW! POW! POW! [Child #2] Whaaaaa??! [Mos Def] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough
A ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ii ya ya ya ya ya ya A ya ya Una nutaga iisumani ii ya ya Una nutaga iisumani ivagii ya ya ya This child My fellow
CHORUS: O Siem We are all family O Siem We're all the same O Siem The fires of freedom Dance in the burning flame Siem o siyeya All people rich and poor
(Sometimes I feel like a motherless child) (Yo yo guzzlin' forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back
This is not novelty This is nothing delicate This is the result of your Google search For something relevant Stake claim immediately 'Cause hot products
And so it goes We mouth your words When your tongues are too paralyzed We finish up the peanut butter jelly That you get on your router but never eat
Yo, My morning showers like a rebirth; reflections of the womb Crazy sentimental floatin' in lukewarm placental Now I chop a burden on the sink trying
My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show
(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather
See here's the thing We have to take our clothes off! (So sexy!) We have to party all night We have to take our clothes off! To have a good time, oh
Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt, Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work, Eventually I'll master the
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass, Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime, It's like my mind is on a tredmill,
Now who you know leave the scene Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace I make a mess you dissect it