On my way to sunny California On my way to spend another sunny day Water, water get yourself in the cool, clear, water The sun shines brightly down on
WE BELIEVE In the grass in the trees WE SUPPORT Living life cause life is short WE UPHOLD Sky of blue sun of gold WE MAINTAIN On sunny days all
raid a nigga house, juss some days to pay a warrant that dirty varmit back to the Regime conglomerate where the climate is always sunny for money
but I pop a lot And back it up and catch a breeze in the six-drop And if it's sunny then I get deep in the kick drum You think I'm wack baby girl come
I've thrown away my toys, Even my drums and trains, I want to make some noise, with real live airplanes. Some day I'm going to fly, I'll be a pilot to
Big Bird and Snuffy: Best friends, best friends Buddies right to the end friends Big Bird: I'll be the trumpet Snuffy: I'll be the drum Big Bird: I
the time You can take away the drum But the beat will never change Ever charge, ever large Lemon Meringue pie And I must say goodbye Gotta let the taste buds blossom Sunny
to make demands on love? "...relax and walk on by" So tired So tired Beaten like a drum So tired Living life alone So tired Beaten like a drum
you into no breed of evil In the categories and stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, Monkey do A shorty sipping sunny
and made you think that way It seems to be too much for me Slow me down and take me through the groove I made for you Take me where Chido found the drum
come down tonight Except for the bump on my head I'm feeling alright Dancing to our favorite tune, I pulled you in way to soon Bang went the drums, we
so glad that you're alive And only you will wonder why You lived when others died, welcome home So on a sunny Sydney morning, I heard old war drums
my students would rather watch TV, America, America You're a sensitive aesthete Brush the sauce onto the meat You can make the menu sparkle with rhyme You can drum a gentle drum
dedicate this record Right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American Gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the guitar Young Trev' on the drums
very well and this here is a tale of 2 boys, 1 box, 1 dog going straight to hell an adventure, like never before all 'cause its sunny out and were
From the mountain tops down to the sunny street A different drum is playin' a different kind of beat It's like a mystery that never ends I see you cryin
other Babylon, Babylon It's I'm a, It's I'm a Alien, alien We have a party I'm a in a Whole word wide style Live from the city of lights, sunny days
your sunny rain and your rainbows. Tahiti, all your flowers sweet and cool when the rain goes; And the hum of happy people on the island, And the drumming
