it how you live, homeboy Yo, strap up the boots, I?m ready to shoot Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camos I play rappers like they grand pianos
Her hair should be a little darker and her eyes should be a deeper blue She's not perfect but I'm happy I found her Cause she's as close as I can get
. Stiffly walking words, They seem to hang here You place each Phrase like puzzle pieces: Planned, Precise, and Perfect You play me like a piano or
say is true? Saturday morning Eighteenth of December I cannot remember the last time that I saw Such a young ballerina In love with the loveless In tune with a tuneless old upright piano
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal I got artillery lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm Then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet proof vest Nothin'
lose yourself For a minute or two As you stand... Under the barlights And the band plays some song About forgetting yourself for a while And the piano
no ) im no chaufferr yes mam no sir so sure i could put her down right on your turf -Andre Nickatina the g's come in threes like piano keys if your
really need all these musicians?) Link by link, making the connections, yes we do Drink by drink, taking every comment as it comes Learning how to play the politician Like you play piano
[Geoff Tate // Lead & Backing Vocals] [Jeff Carrell // Electric Guitar & Backing Vocals] [Howard Chillcott // Synths & Steinway Piano] [Evan Schiller //
out But if it floats, I guess we keep it around A woman gestures lazily Through the hoods on my eyes I see her shaking her jewelry It casts a perfect
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
Been working on a song for you, a simple melody. Something just to let you know, how much you mean to me. Tryin' to find the perfect lines, but the words
Lord bless your children who walk in perfection who manage to Master your will Give them their share of sweet milk and wild honey Provide bread of life
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin
Born from silence, silence full of it A perfect concert my best friend So much to live for, so much to die for If only my heart had a home Sing what
I live no more shame, for me nor you I'm sorry Born from silence, silence full of it A perfect concert my best friend So much to live for, so much to
the live show featuring Tito rockin' your fly Donna's private jet to the Bahamas you still knockin' all the Mommas premadonna on the set mad fly jewels around the neck cut perfect