supposed to like my band Things I like you don't understand So please put down that rum and Coke That's not behavior for old folk Can we just hang on
glee At home alone I hang my head in sorrow Oh, wedding bells will never ring for me I fancy that I see a bunch of roses A blossom from an orange tree
from a $50 bill. Cuttin' bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks. So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' MCs like trees
from magazines Found them full of hollow points Mixes Medea with the media They both consume the young The same old song gets sung He wants to hang
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
positions with them cold cats I write raps, make millions like that I like that (hey yeah) really never was a rich man A rubber band full of wrist bands
a bowl, bowl Watch me balance on telephone wires Psycho, setting fires Caught me naked in a tree Was it me, ICP Yes, I sing in a rock and roll band "
They called us ill, we're gettin' iller, there's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not thriller I'm one def rapper, I know I can hang
, we started as kids In a rock 'n' roll band, on the street where we lived It's a long hard ride till the morning As the trees and wind start to sing
the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me by down the broken tree house Swing me, upon its hanging tire Bring
say a capo, a lemonade, a dollar fifty a big bathtub, prosthetic feet, diana ross' role in mahogany so i can hang out with billy dee williams, and he can hang
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me, (Kiss me) down by the broken tree house Swing me (swing
burned to see how a town could be brought to its knees By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars and the gas that hangs on to every tree Now the army
the size of your skin Where it ends and it begins Keep on tearin' your world apart Look at the size of your soul Hang that ol' hangin' judge The highest tree
the band And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me, down by the broken tree house Swing me upon its hanging tire Bring
band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling so kiss me Kiss me down by the broken tree house Swing me up on its hanging tire Bring,
the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me Kiss me down by the broken tree house Swing me upon its hanging tire Bring
