Should be sad, boys, good with what's goin' down But I was born to sing me a dancin' Born to sing a dancin' song Born to sing a dancin' song
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a rolling stone No need to pack a bag You just can't stop your hurt from hanging on The old man dies and then a baby's born Chan, chan, chan, change
head And every street's a river be born or be dead We are all singing this song but Nobody knows how it's going to end Kiss
reggae and jazz some rock and roll could be cool but I'm a hip hop baby from the heart and never flip flop baby gimme a drank and a song and I'll be stress
you can sing that shit to me (I'm gonna get in big trouble Louise) I'm taking a stance spend my big advance on a 500 man lap dance Put ants in Bagger
a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I?d dance
five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones I know for his braids and lessons a wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest a right
me knowledge be born on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm From Fort Green I sing the song mean
take it from me, I'm just a clown Wicked clown, wicked town Juggalugagaluga lick it down, man up till my nuts start singing, dancing Hopping I'm a keep
on caressive steel This is a song that Neo wrote the lyrics for About a place not too far from where he was born Not too far from here, as a matter of
Rock n Roll can be cool. But I'm a Hip Hop baby. It's from the heart I never flip flop baby. Give me a drink and a song. And I'll be stress free
The sun came up and we'd improvise Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo Square on a dope patoi Congo Square on a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (
world, just singing my song I got to go, Lord I can't stay long Here comes that ol' travellin' Jones once again I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a
great escape, yes Say, little bit by little bit Someday I may be weary but I am not weak I can sing a song of suffering Baby, a song on song is Dancing
give me a simple life--my tastes are not demanding, And whatever life may hand me I'll accept it with good grace; For I'm just a simple lad with few ideas
a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and torment gleam in the frenzied brightness across the shadowed vallies below. A
I was small, Small as a seed. Now I am tall, Now I can read. Born up a tree, Now I am free- I'm an I, I'm a me. Who is the bird who is happy