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back home) Oh oh but I have to say Leavin' home ain't easy Oh I never thought it would be easy Leavin' on your own Ah, Is the main thing calling me back ? Leavin' home ain't easy
AKA my testosterone smock Stains so deep they can see no end Stains so many they can hardly be seen Wrinkles like gashes and dirt formed shadows My fingers
Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider
I got a feelin' That you could be feelin' A whole lot better than you feel today You say you got a problem Well, that's no problem It's super easy not
at all. Fish lady, fish lady, fish lady she baits them tenement walls, She won't take cornerboys, ain't got no money, and they're so easy, I said, "
it be as me in pursuit, about the "get a white suit" About the "get a night job" just to keep my mind grounded in you? All that jazz, what else can make
College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin on chrome Chokin' on that home-grown They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Thinkin' I was easy
x6) Bleeds like a craze, Dad These are the craze Easy come, come, gotta back In the valley of the dead man walks How they drank from the jazz Astral
On and on and on and on [3x] I want that old thing back. I?m a bring it back blood Come follow me Listen likkle hip hop jazz and r&b ?Care make the
gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad} Maxi Jazz:
Backing by Dido: Slow, slow, there's got to be, slow (8x) Maxi Jazz: Take my words and my base, Taste, and then swallow me, You're chasing the devil, '
' about? Okay . . . This is sort of like JAZZ in it's own peculiar way . . . JAZZ IS NOT DEAD, IT JUST SMELLS FUNNY . . . Okay, let's go! George: Yeah, man, JAZZ
she was a swinger Me I only knew her as an acid jazz singer I havent seen her lately, man I have to ring her Put your hands together for the Acid jazz