Don Johnson Big Band lyrics
Don Johnson Big Band lyrics
"Royalty Lyrics"
2:3,4,5 (This I Know) Lyrics
I don't know which way the world turns I don't know how the hot sun burns I don't know just how a flower grows I don't know which way the wind blows I don't know why the sky is blue Why the grass and the trees have got to be green I don't know just
I don't know which way the world turns I don't know how the hot sun burns I don't know just how a flower grows I don't know which way the wind blows I don't know why the sky is blue Why the grass and the trees have got to be green I don't know just
I'm crossing tracks
Painting tags on the walls of the metro
Paradoxical truths like modern day retro
Water and petrol, protons and electrodes
Reality I let go with pro-con anecdotes
Thoughts shifting from topic to topic
Skip it, hop it, flip-flip I flop it
Catch a beat just to drop it
Give me a door and I'll lock it, knock it
A floor and I'll mop it
The beat is rotating, rotating, I can't stop it
Cities aflame, war games and internal conflicts
Guerrilla warfare and insurrection bomb hits
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De Allereerste Dag Lyrics
(Als een ster weer stralen gaat, is het zeker niet te laat) (Leef vandaag, het is de allereerste dag) refr.: Als een wolk voorgoed verdwijnt en de zon weer voor jou schijnt Kent het leven weer een lach, zal alles anders zijn Ook al is er soms verdri
ternal conflicts of hatred and sword explored(Als een ster weer stralen gaat, is het zeker niet te laat) (Leef vandaag, het is de allereerste dag) refr.: Als een wolk voorgoed verdwijnt en de zon weer voor jou schijnt Kent het leven weer een lach, zal alles anders zijn Ook al is er soms verdri
All aboard the m/s lord, errors ignored
How many registered votes for the poor and illiterate?
Allow me to reiterate my concern for the bitter fate
Of poverty-stricken cities you choose to discriminate
How inconsiderate to set a rate to eliminate
A culture you gave root to you now disintegrate
Can't let it blossom, can't let it proceed to a better state
No need to mitigate, clean up the graffiti and incinerate
Every page of social commentary by rappers you litigate
Now I got
NEXT EPISODE Lyrics
La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (So blaze the weed
you listening to my hip-notic hop deviceLa-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (So blaze the weed
Words glistening and they flow like melting ice
I'm like the cool urban cat that can't catch any mice
Vegas lice, casino hustler with no dice
Poor like Dice raw, energetic once more
No contour, unapologetic on tour
Twice or less, seeking success and its price
Throw a slice of the wedding cake
And wonder where the rice is
In para-lysis with para-vices
Like Isis with a fertility crisis
Getting adverse advice from a demon that entices
The mind and the body like erotic license<
Beauty's On The Street Lyrics
I'm myself from the future Spinnin', fallin' hard onto the floor Flag my head on a whim Blood on the universal Blood on the universal stone I was too high to notice The velvet skin Too high to notice The velvet skin
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The measure of intensity intensified
To a point where only pleasure and pain cleanse the mind
Hence, to find, pause, forward, rewind
Some sense behind the senseless grind
Of the millions of humbled unconscious civilians
Enslaved by the politics of palaces, pavilions
Officers, batallions, provoking rebellions
Decorated head-to-toe with medals and medillions
Turn off the lights and disconnect the cables
Burn the microphones and bury the turntables
Words, fatal revolution lables
Dangerous fables
I'm myself from the future Spinnin', fallin' hard onto the floor Flag my head on a whim Blood on the universal Blood on the universal stone I was too high to notice The velvet skin Too high to notice The velvet skin
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The measure of intensity intensified
To a point where only pleasure and pain cleanse the mind
Hence, to find, pause, forward, rewind
Some sense behind the senseless grind
Of the millions of humbled unconscious civilians
Enslaved by the politics of palaces, pavilions
Officers, batallions, provoking rebellions
Decorated head-to-toe with medals and medillions
Turn off the lights and disconnect the cables
Burn the microphones and bury the turntables
Words, fatal revolution lables
Dangerous fables