The weekend is the weekend And it's sunny in the park I'll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark I've got a lot of homework But
I forgot And my ashes fade among the things unseen And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales Never
know what man, you's a freak I seen you with that girl at the hotel after that show last week And what about that time out there in the park? Shhh, don
cap, too many things going his way So I just stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but, hey I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
There's no such thing as too much school Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops
inside of me Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me Ebony and ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm
, damn fools, Stak hard on ya too We ain't gone play with this shit, same label and shit Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit Like piano
7 million Bentleys, two thousand Range Rovers 8 Jaguars designed up, 600 million ladies lined up Shoes with built-in air conditioner All 48 Mack trucks parked
radio Hey baby, I used to be a gangster rapper But right now, I like flowers I love watchin' birds in the park I love takin' long walks in the park
I'ma clap mine Singin songs of 6 pence it's intense Surpise your at the end like the sixth sense Heavy hitters knockin' shit out the park You couldn
And I wish him luck I hope he gets it right As he lives my live He's got a house all to himself That overlooks a park He's got a piano all to himself
straight inside her But if she Buttless Bitch can't ride in my Cutlass Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday runnin' them Red lights sideways In the parks
To the multi storey car park With our friends Drinking from a bottle Of white lightning On top of marks and sparks Roof running Smoking, chronic, hectic
Ah tinga oh Intro: Kissing on you while your kissing on me (Chris Brown T-Pian) yeah I'm hitting on you and your hitting on me (Yeah Yeah) Chours: She
the house And maybe you'll meet someone new" She could've tried but she didn't have time She had a five year old to feed She had ballet class, piano
shit Eazy did a while back muthafuckaz said wasn't gonna work? (that crazy shit) Stupid shit man, aiyo Eazy Why dont you come out from the piano and
that jazz I'm gonna rouge 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