I know you can! I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like
plus loin. Rien a dire. Faut savoir C'que vouloir. M'ont laissee toute seule Avec mes lunettes, avec mon piano. Touche pas mon piano, Touche pas mes
you walk in the streets and when I . . . when I heard of these from, from talk from my, from my home here, my piano! Gilly: Huh, my piano . . . It's still
God: The light in the dark, with the neon arms, The meek He seeks, the beast He calms, The head of the good soul department. I see myself suddenly On the piano
thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause
Set the scene, we're running from danger In a new area we're living with a stranger And taking precautions so they'll never know where we've been And
bitches Oh, I know you can I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around with the piano nigga Just drop that
song is a warning yes folks a warnin' against the danger A very very economy a social fibre mortal turpitude haha national security And friends the danger
to pet a porcupine And learn to read that danger, danger sign (danger, danger) Danger sign (danger, danger) Danger It's no stranger (danger, danger) Danger It's no stranger (danger, danger
on God The light in the dark with the neon arms The meek he seeks, the beast he calms The head of the good soul department I see myself suddenly on the piano
broke down we're all in the soul of the stranger and I know now what you knew then the fox just laughed at the danger the fox just laughed at the danger
holiday But does that really mean so much to you All those things are nice I know but danger when the lights are low Tell me does he love you like I do [ piano
you walk in the streets and when I . . . when I heard of these from, from talk from my, from my home here, my piano! Gilly: Huh, my piano . . . It's
Hyped up, iced up, polo striped up, might up They want fresh cuts, they rush all like big trucks Big house, big car, big dogs like big stuff Big 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'
some food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so
on the wall Smash it on the wall Throw it on the wall Smash it on the wall Fishcakes Fishcakes 3. Kevin Haskins Do you always keep drumsticks on the piano