think he live, he think he cold He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode Eyes low'd, I let the skies hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road
get the highest. Chorus *(Yuk Num 40 Legit) The highest niggaz in the industry you high like me B Legit? (it's all you Yuk.) The highest niggaz
m broke but I'm happy I'm poor but I'm kind I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah I'm high but I'm grounded I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost but I'm hopeful
them and a couple of rap-saps who think they can get butt You slipped and shit, so nitwit, just get the nuts Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write
course not, Mama! Now don't dawdle, Amaryllis. So do la ti mi, A little slower and please Keep the fingers curved as nice And as high as you possibly
s next is the flex of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this dope, you hope that I don't really mean this But if played, made the grade or high
the bars of my play-pen Hoped to arrest the swift passage of time As though by some chance I could recreate Eden Apple pie? Lovely! My hopes became a
sell you somethin that shoot straight in your arm, and get a plate from duct tape to wear the bait, some man made jars didnt give a little shake, i hope
the guitar plays Listen to the way that the bass part lays Down in the middle of the tune and the rhythm so strong Boom b' boom goes the big bass drum Piano
that It won't go any higher than that Because the transistors the resistors They won't go any higher Alright, y'all, take this motherfucker out with a piano
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
(4:40) Written by Stephen Stills and Graham Nash (c) 1990 Gold Hill Music (ASCAP) Well it's high time you realize that I must live my life as it surrounds
be clear? Let's wait and see it may just be the perfect year. (THEY dance.) NORMA It's New Year's Eve and hope are high, Dance one year in, kiss
My spine can be, the piano keys, that your fingertips play, wide eyed as the ships collide, along the docks of the lower east side, and we're on this
And the high priests Of the expense account And Im wasting the whole thing I come down in Yamaha-ha They make the best pianos-time to step-up
Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . . (REYER thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano, and attempts to attract attention using signals. Al the height of the mayhem, the piano
sufficient introduction? FIRMIN Two bars will be quite sufficient REYER (ensuring that CARLOTTA is ready) Signora? CARLOTTA Maestro. (The introduction is played on the piano
