ALABAMA lyrics - Roll On

The Boy

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He stays up at night till way after dark Feeding the dog that lives in our yard He'll put on my shoes and stumble around But together we can catch any outlaw in town The boy tries to be just like me I'm all that he tries to be Watching cartoons on my knee Mamma's little man and me He wants to know how this and that goes He'll play all day on a mountain of clay And he'll fight with me to show that he's strong But if he gets hurt it's mamma he wants The boy tries to be just like me I'm all that he tries to be Watching cartoons on my knee Mamma's little man and me Some day I know he'll leave us alone Break mamma's heart, I'll try to be strong But if I shed a tear I hope he won't see The big man is him and the boy is me The boy tried to be just like me He's all that I try to be Now I'm watching cartoons on my knees And mamma's little man is me Let's go mamma...

Flesh Cartoons

Robyn Hitchcock
linda ryan in the sky i've seen her laughing but i've never seen her cry she took a fireman it was a half empty flight he brought his hose and everything just turned out right i'm just watching german leather a german tongue lapping pleasure when he's rubbery and young he played the oboe i thought he would he does it better than a guitarist like me could i'm just watching don't mind me i'm just watching on my own flesh cartoons flesh cartoons life is easy life goes by linda ryan she's still up there in the sky thank you linda she doesn't age despite the weather she looks the same on every page i'm just watching don't mind me i'm just watching on my own i've got no feelings i've got no friends i've got insurance and i despise those who pretend life's a movie life's a dream i love you baby things are always what they seem i'm just watching don't mind me i'm just watching on my own flesh cartoons flesh cartoons

Freeze

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft. We bang b-bang b-bang bang out loud. Ready on the left with a face full of death. We slanged out fang mouth bang out now. This is a never dug disco, Zoo York tycoon, memorandum bonanza banter clamp crunk out the fish bowl. Gorgeous how struggling gills wriggle out water, ain't it? Same scape as the walls crawling with paranoia's plaintiffs. The robo-komodo promo Zen patience a-alike to this jittery drooling mess. Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert, he usher dirt to the kick circus. Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the field workers. Is it raw? Please... does a priest need a ten-foot pole to baptize little Linus minus the lap ride and tease? Evolution is a leader depleter, seeker needy sheep idol feeder beware, once complete you might not want to be there. Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber. Lost and fond in a smitten kitten's incisors. They Aphrodite all over the burgle of a purple heart compartment. Marched a burgundy carpet alarmed and far to parched to bark it. Lil' Abner. A real firecracker. Grows to throw 'bows with vehicular hijackers. To eavesdrop plots cops hired a wire tapper. That's a whipper snapper trapped beneath my grip on the fire ladder. Took drums over to deril' to once over the line tones. Punch toothy ticks 'til they find homes like three ruby clicks. The roof is on fire where snoopy sits right now. You should have shot yourself in the foot when it was in your mouth. [CHORUS] Thieves in the strobe deep freeze your pose. For the disease that grows underneath your toes holds up a reason y'alls gold never seems to glow. Now we can all breath slow once the fiend's exposed. It goes heave ho. You never got the grit right. Bark fame but you never put the grit down. Hawk styles but you never got the grit right. Put the grit down. Grit right. Get down. This is a never dug disco defamation of dog and pony grappled out chincey, chipping Leo Da Vinci phonies pushing kill of hill bloated. Nobody got you. While biggest brother's watching bigger brother watching big brother watch you. Nothing says circus fun quite like nuclear holocaust over breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns and peril. Old ironsides or good ship lolli-popper, Davy Jones still got a locker, ak, the opera's more than docs and soccer moms. Now before you kick your feet up, I married and divorced mother nature after sweet-talking that old hag out of a pre-nup. This information's neither braggadocio nor secret, just know as of now the world is technically not yours, peanut. It's a day in the life of the carnie dog-faced boy escapist. Living large, watching Springer, smoking beedies wrapped in bacon. At night his get busy disease leakage peaketh. Merk the he say/she say, BK Jesus turn peg legs to Adidas on the down stroke. And they like 'what's up with the name?' I tell'em y'all made Bazooka Tooth I's about to ask the same. But before you curfew the city and shut down every block, I'd like to say I still Aesop the fuck out of the Rock [CHORUS] This is a never dug disco. Spread feelers. Tonka zonk Gepetto bred beezers. Jeepers, gee wilikers, goshes galoshes, Christ, god almighty. They tore his limbs off kilter, still the hostage moshes slightly. Hung off the balcony by the skin off his doctor's psyche. He hopes it holds but knows the locusts kamikaze nightly. He woke, corroded buggy facial, insect chopper biting. He's only bones by the time the ungodly body's sighted. He saw the puddle, full color hideous monster Viking. He used to survey if the vermin dined on others like him. He found the fucks indigenous to him and awfully feisty. He grew old awkward grinch and settled into bonkers nicely. I alert vital spider works to cultivate grit, ship the bulk rate shit. Herbie the love bug drugs pulsate whips. Tie in spite for commoner idiocy and good old-fashioned biblical plague. We move units off your pagan escapade. And it's pits to the peg legged. Megas eclipse cripples so that pimp limp's wheel chair basketball when 15 minutes fizzles. Your flimsy frame marks hip-hop's second most tragic event and will 'til Jam Master Jay's resurrection and second death. [CHORUS]

Epiphany

JILL SCOTT "The Real Thing: Words And Sounds Vol. 3"
Watching, Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder Fire in his eyes,hands getting bolder Quiet,quiet Growing excited Dug him for his bank account,but really for his private Damn about a mindset Really wasn't into that Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat Laidback was his foreplay All that was needed,needed was some of that Started simple Massaging on my temple Pinching on my mountain peaks That a sisters into I responded,"Mmmmm." You like the sound,I like makin'it more I fell for the rock and shore Enough,he brought it close so I could really see Up close he slid between my breast Sweaty with lust and sweat Rode Mt.Saint Scott 'til ooooo Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck Blended with my all day Chanel scent This freaking was incredulent,decadent Flip side,stomach meets sheets He plows inside as if he's making beats As if this year's harvest depended on it Bendin'on it Back on my back old fashioned is renewed Red toenail polish on whitewalls Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh I must... Remember... To thank him... Later. No,no,no, No,no,no I take charge of ship Moving with my back and my hips Like my ancestors did Speaking the Bantu,Ranga and tonga?? But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer, But it's too late I put him to sleep Curled all up,spasm all in his feet Feeling all proud like I did something deep Aint really nothin'it's the way that it be North Philly sister repin'hard like me But why do I feel so empty?

Mamma Got Ass

JUVENILE "Project English"
[Juvenile] (Daa-aaa-aamn!) She get it from her mamma She get it from her mamma, she get it from her mamma (Bring it on in) She get it from her mamma (Uh-huh) She get it from her mamma (Uh-ah) She get it from her mamma (uh-ah) (Uh-ah, uh-ah, uh-ah) She get it from her mamma Oh where she get her eyes from She get it from her mamma Oh where she get her thighs from She get it from her mamma Where she learn how to cook from She get it from her mamma Oh where she get them looks from She get it from her mamma But where she get that ass from She get it from her mamma But where she get her class from She get it from her mamma Oh where she get that chest from She get it from her mamma Where she learn how to dress from She get it from her mamma Where does she get her sense from She get it from her mamma Where does she get her income She get it from her mamma Look, where she get the () from She get it from her mamma Nigga where she get the joke from She get it from her mamma I wonder why she so crazy - She get it from her mamma Why she wanna be my old lady She get it from her mamma Why she be actin like that She get it from her mamma Why she ain't give me the cat She get it from her mamma [Chorus: repeat 2X] A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too [Juvenile] Why she swear she the boss She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta call the law She get it from her mamma Why we always havin arguments She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta call her friends She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta piss me off She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta take the call She get it from her mamma Why she wore the tight jeans man She get it from her mamma Got a nigga ridin hard and I'm tweakin - She get it from her mamma Why she gotta make it look at honey speakin She get it from her mamma Why she got me tryin to get with her this weekend - She get it from her mamma And I heard she could fuck too - She get it from her mamma She'll leave and make ya stuck too - She get it from her mamma Who told her I was fuckin 'round She get it from her mamma Who told her I was back in town She get it from her mamma Who said don't be scared of him She get it from her mamma Who said you better marry him She get it from her mamma [Chorus] [Juvenile] Who told her not to fuck with me She get it from her mamma Who told her I'ma fuckin leave She get it from her mamma Who said I'm smokin marijuana She get it from her mamma Who said I be up on the corner She get it from her mamma All my ties all cut up, shit - She get it from her mamma Why my windows all bust up, bitch She get it from her mamma Oh where she get the lip from She get it from her mamma Oh where she get them hips from She get it from her mamma Where she learn how to twurk from She get it from her mamma Where she learn how to work from She get it from her mamma Why does she be with that trippin She get it from her mamma We be chillin and she start to flippin - She get it from her mamma But she still with a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma And she'll kill for a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma And when she's shy it's to draw attention - She get it from her mamma Natural with no extension - She get it from her mamma [Chorus] [quiet ad libs to fade]

Mamma

ANDREA BOCELLI "Incanto"
Mamma son tanto felice perche ritorno da te La mia canzone ti dice ch'e il piu' bel sogno per me mamma son tanto felice viver lontano perche mamma solo per te la mia canzone vola mamma sarai con me tu non sarai piu' sola quanto ti voglio bene queste parole d'amore che ti sospira il mio cuore forse non s'usano piu' mamma ma la canzone piu' bella sei tu sei tu la vita e per la vita non ti lascio mai piu' sento la mano tua stanca cerca i miei riccioli d'or sento e la voce e ti manca la ninna nanna d'allor oggi la testa tua bianca io voglio stringere al cuor mamma solo per te la mia canzone vola mamma sarai con me tu non sarai piu' sola quanto ti voglio bene queste parole d'amore che ti sospira il mio cuore forse non s'usano piu' mamma ma la canzone piu' bella sei tu sei tu la vita e per la vita non ti lascio mai piu' mamma mai piu'

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