The stakes were low The stakes were high Upon the My-O-My Hands low, hands high Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi Hands low, hands high Upon the My-O-My How was I
low, the stakes were high Upon the My-O-My Hands low, hands high, Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi Hands low, hands high Upon the My-O-My How was I to know she was
Translation: Captain Beefheart. Upon The My-o-my.
Well do you want to talk about it? Do you think you'd understand, How things can get so fucked up with such good, such good intentions And if, if roofs
and pull up my lyrics and full up my style and full up our lingual As me sit upon de riddim I'ma sit on proper As me flow upon de riddim like a rockin
Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my knob when I aim I don't miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors
whore pimps caught in the mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine It's your lifeline, sqeezing my
have a claim O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year My mother came to my bed Placed a cold towel upon my head My head is warm my
that candy, drinkin' that brandy Livin' that turf, like me and my family Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my
grew dark with mystery, my morn was cold and chill As the shadow of my cross arose, upon a lonely hill As the shadow of my cross arose, upon a lonely
Who never said wrong I'm a handsome young fellow Who is thinking of wedlock But my life will be shortened If I don't get my dear My love and my darling
here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold Bring me my chariot
Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl I see you there throwin' pebbles at my window It's 12 o'clock, what you doin' up? It's late for me yet,
by the bus stop) You must have been fooled into thinkin' the kid was slack Girl I did my thing, but now I want my baby back, girl I can't I can't get you out of my
can call me t double o to the l-o-double - yo I'm 2low, that funky little niggaroe Comin back with a brand new cut And you can new jack swing on my nuts
, word assortin this, probably recording this Of course kids keepin they sights upon this Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my