[Instrumental]
' to me? Same song and dance... Same kickin' and screamin' same cryin' and sobbin' Same song and dance... Same diggin' and pleadin' same yellin' and bleedin' Same song and
Remember that piano So delightful unusual That classic sensation Sentimental confusion Used to say I like Chopin Love me now and again Chorus : Rainy
With an old safety pin I'm the sorest sight Now I feel like trash Clothes are made of rags And they don't even match So she dressed me up As the man she loved And
back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and
We were tight, but it falls apart as silver turns to blue. Waxing with a candlelight, and burning just for you. Allocate your sentiment, and stick it
a bullet and I looked inside Running through my veins an American masquerade I still remember grandma Dixie's wake I've never really known anybody to die before Red, white and blue
bullet and I looked inside Running through my veins an American masquerade I still remember grandma Dixie's wake I've never really known anybody to die before Red, white and blue
mind and/that it's starting to get to me I've got this energy beneath my feet like something underground's gonna come up and carry me, I've got this sentimental
Dixie's way/wake, I never really known anybody to die before Red white and blue upon a birthday cake, And my brother, he was born on the fourth of the July...and
and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and
song in blue Like a flower crying for the dew That was my heart serenading you My prelude to a kiss And if you hear a song that grows From my tender sentimental
Sentimental and melancholy Whenever I think about you It's only a mood, a brief interlude That's better described as just feeling blue I suppose that
insides with an old safety pin I'm the sorest sight now I feel like trash Clothes are made of rags and they don't even match So she dressed me up as the man she loved And
Welcome to my truth, I still love I still love, oh yeah, yeah, yeah And you know that I still love, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sentimental days in a
' to me? Same song and dance Same kickin' and screamin', same cryin' and sobbin' Same song and dance Same diggin' and pleadin', same yellin' and bleedin' Same song and
I sit back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and
head to my bedroom Throw on some drawers and pick out a costume I think ill rock these blue jeans and this tee shirt And whats a little polo sport
