and you just a piano man Your songs don't top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fa-an-an Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance
head and tossed them in the flames And the smoke smelled like my past And it stung my eyes, but I was too stubborn to blink and I slept inside the piano
that far dear But please oh please don't let them in I sank into the sea Wrapped in piano strings Few words could open me But you knew them all
kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords in double-helixes To show them what I?m made of I buckle
you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered
happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
</a> My lips conceal a hurtin pain, I make believe but All in vain I said now after my [Solo Piano] My cryin helped me from showin them that
that was sponsoring bombs dropped on our children I was watching the Towers, and though I wasn't the closest I saw them crumble to the Earth like they
I told him to bring a bomb... [The Beholder] K-Rino, you know I got them so I beat them down and drop them Cause I don't give a fuck about them As I
Chris about Tryna figure out the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all them chickens out; Fuck all them niggas route;
producer and you just the piano man Your song gonna top the charts, i heard em, i'm not a fan Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them their
once, tried to tell them i'd been there Door slam, hospitality's thin there Wonder, just what's going on in there I saw an eye ball peeping through
and you just the piano man Your song gonna top the charts, i heard em, i'm not a fan Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them their chance Somebody
see us So they greeted us with palms They asked for ammunition, acts of contrition and small alms I might recite a small prayer If I ever said them I
There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in
hotel, here side by side the past and the present dwelled and the ghosts who lived here not only lived they honestly, lived well the lobby had a steinway piano