the case, see me, ask Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano Droppin it good For that hoody in the front row Thats my good pro down for the juggalo
an hour At the room at the top We nearly jumped to the tower Scenes changing Nanosecond after nano We were in a time machine playing the piano Colors
chu ri luo mei you shen me da bu liao zai shang chun bei qiu xiao ti da zuo fan bu zhao wo bu shi wu chu ke tao wo kan lai kan qu kan na chang zhao pian
from here could you understand I wish you were here you always need a helpin' hand someone walking through your life with you, a real good friend
one more dirty girl I'm gone Ain't it you who used to say life's too short to live this way Baby I believe that life's too long Darling good love shouldn
Busta Rhymes] fuck that niggas will bust gats better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick
my life but I really know myself know I'm going to miss tonight talking on the telephone having all the postage paid never made me feel as good as walking
woodstove or a fireplace in the middle of the living room an old piano sometimes it don't seem so bad to settle down with a good woman leave this lonely life
left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano She's so light, she's so free I'm tight, well, that's me But I feel so good with darling
the piano with two hands Should've learned Two hands come in handy, it's the way of the world Boy you're not being good to me You gave me a piano with
the case, see me, ask Why that black ass nigga flows over the piano? Droppin it good for that hoody in the front row Thats my good pro down for the juggalo
throughout] Yo, yo It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel It feel good, it feel so damn, uh It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel It feel good
[Mos Def] History It's happening every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the
, Albany, Brooklyn Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical taking you back I live a charmed life, we going back in the years Imagining
't no joke, I don't know Verse 3 Now with the drums, to the bass, to the piano and to the horn it's a crazy ass life and that's my word is born I'm
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife Over in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano
with this language that we speak But you have proved them wrong Skinner and Chomsky, how could they be so blind With evidence this strong? Intelligent life is all around us Intelligent life
Rocky Top you'll always be... [ guitar - piano - steel ] I've had years of cramped up city life trapped like a duck in a pen All I know is it's a pity life