tea and a little cherry pie On a little yellow blanket just you and I So many things the two of us could do With that little yellow blanket if we wanted
1990 Sympathy For The Record Industry 7" (Malfunkshun cover) with yo' heart, not yo' hands with yo' heart, not yo' hands do you understand, baby? lost little
vengeance of the sea Well, everything is eclipsed By the shape of destiny So love me now, hell is coming Yeah, kiss my mouth, hell is here Little soldier, little
don't give a fuck Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed My homie little Rich got
ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more Than the blood of a martyr We came through the storm Nooses on our necks and a smallpox blanket to keep
went blank In the path she regains all her beauty and pride But that was before Jessie died Jessie, her husband was small, he was lean Drove a big yellow
[verse 1] Driving with a yellow dog, I95 He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes Up at a decent hour, never ate yet Got a little Johnny Cash in
Uh, yeah Uh, check Yeah, check Uh Verse 1: Aiyyo how Nelly doing? Kyjuan & Murph? When's City get out? Big Lee you still put in work? Where yellow
ask Bruce Lee's son - "Chino never shoot blanks" Now when I was a young...... *background sounds overwhelm the lyrics for 1 or 2 lines* Little caligula
evening So I feed idea turn sun dial to bastards son adopt the reroute dreaming Oh I'll ride the plain bow in flare gully yellow rain coat Heard a harp
It was an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini that she wore for the first time today an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini so in the blanket
Turn and turn Turn and turn We're turning again They were mellow They were yellow They were wearing smelly blankets They looked like donovan fans They
Ten million pounds of plastic baby stuff There beyond the doors Garage sale Sunday in, I don't know Where I'm anymore M'ijas riding little pink bikes
lied. [MRS. NORDSTROM] That dilapidated in-- Remember, darling? [MR. LINDQUIST] The proprietess's grin, Also her glare. [MRS. NORDSTROM] Yellow
she's had her little babe born. "Oh how can I wrap me sweet little babe Seeing as I've nothing to roll him in?" He give to her his saddle blanket "That
all call off That much deserved ass whippin' He snitchin', he twitchin', he bitchin', he all soft Never work with his hands Little kid on the block who
ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr we came through the storm nooses on our necks and a smallpox blanket to keep
