Oh, there have been times when times were hard
But always somehow I made it, I made it through
Cause for every moment that I’ve spent hurting
There was a moment that I spent, ah, just loving you
They took all the trees, and put them in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me
“Don’t worry about a thing
Cause every little thing is gonna be alright
Singing: “Don’t worry about a thing
Cause every little thing is gonna be alright!”
Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying, “This is my message to you”
Batman, Batman, Batman
Joker just put me on acid
Huh, you on the wave like a Maverick
You need to make something happen
Batman, Batman, Batman
Please put me on new fashion
Huh, I ain’t learn nothing since last year
You got the renegade fabrics
Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)
Still got some act in the fridge (Act)
Pour up let’s count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)
Still flying bags through the city
I got a heart like a rocket, I was out of control
I’d cleaned out my pockets for some luck to show….
Really looking like a hopeless case
I found it in my hand, it was the Angry Ace
He wants to talk to me, one on one
He wants to give me his professional opinion…
But I’m running, I just can’t wait
I haven’t got a moment to anticipate;
Yes, I’m running, I just can’t stop
I’ve got to get to the bottom just to get to the top
I’ve got the dark alleys and the open skies –
I got the yellow fever from the cat’s eye
I’m the Fireman, Fire, F-Fireman
I got that fire, I’m hollering, I got that fire, come and try me, and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
(Get ’em) You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
Your boys deep? Well, let’s get to subtractin’ (pow, pow)
Smith & Wesson made my 9 with subcompaction (skrrt, skrrt)
They got all kinda vans, like checkered different colors
If you lace ’em pass the fourth hole, you some type of sucker
Once copped me a pair from the skateboard shop
Went home, they didn’t fit, then I had to re-cop
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
Comin’ down on a sunny day
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I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
She was so sublime
Super fine
She was never lying
Strutting in her heels
Or her slides either way
Eyes on her every single day, week, year
Everyone wondering how she does it with no fear
All that confidence wasn’t heaven-sent
Does it come within?
Does it come run out?
I don’t know
She’ll just have ’em runnin’
Out and in man they want to sin
Talking deadly sin
With Mrs. lady I don’t understand
Why she hit ’em like (Tadow) (Tadow)
Kissed you in the park
We’ll meet up after dark
In your car with the backseat, southern summer
Ignored all the missed calls from your mother
And kiss me in the park
We’ll meet up after dark
And we’ll talk until morning hits the windshield
And paints yellow lines on the field
It’s drivin’ me out of my mind!
That’s why it’s hard for me to find
Can’t get it out of my head!
Miss her, kiss her, love her
Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said: “We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax,” said the night man
“We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!”
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself you’re such a lucky guy
To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true
Out of all the fellows in the world she belongs to me
But it was Just my imagination, runnin’ away with me
It was just my imagination runnin’ away with me
I’m in love with Mary Jane
She’s my main thing
She makes me feel all right
She makes my heart sing
Ain’t found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids, household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere
Here they come to snuff the Rooster, oh yeah
Yeah here come the Rooster, yeah
You know he ain’t gonna die
No, no, no, you know he ain’t gonna die
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, it’s just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord’ll take you away
Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody offered his word
Hey
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
Hey
Happiness, hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming so you better run
Gucci on sight, hey
Rollie on ice, yeah
Take my advice, hey
Live a better life
Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering of what you had
And what you lost and what you had and what you lost
Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Say women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know, you’ll know
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do
They’re really saying, I love you
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more
Than I’ll never know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
My ice, Klondike, ride around, dough right (yeah)
Ride around, get right, get rich, good night (oeh)
Good night (good night)
Get down on it!
Get down on it!
Get down on it!
Get down on it! C’mon and
Get down on it!
Get down on it!
Get down on it!
Get down on it!
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it’s your birthday bitch
A-won’t you take me to Funkytown?
Won’t you take me to Funkytown?
Won’t you take me to Funkytown?
Won’t you take me to Funkytown?
How ’bout the whole gang get geeked? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
How ’bout the whole gang get freaks? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
How ’bout we run the whole scene? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
Whole scene (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand