cause radio wit wimp bitch men I'mma fuck you snuff heads up Soft niggas get the gay channel When I slap an R and B thug off his mothafuckin' piano DJ
arrested down in old Hong Kong He got twenty years privilege taken away from him When he kicked old Buddha's gong And now he's poppin' the piano just
All Around The World 2:58 Little Willie John (Titus Turner) Recorded NYC Jun 27, 1955 King Single #4818 With Jack Dupree-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar,
every weekend life couldn't get better, I hope it lasts forever When I spit my verse they gon' remember every letter like day in, and day out we tryna get this keg now You think you fly
t know what you're looking for I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye, eye I'm real as they comes if you don't know why I'm fly-y-y Seen
't know what you're looking for [Nelly] I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why im fly
I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why im fly-y-y-y-y seen ya try to switch it up but
Saw an eagle on a pole, I think it was an eagle Watched its shadow fly 'cross the cement I woke up in the snow All the trees were crowds of people No
Then he said let's go for a fly Up in the sky above. Step outside see what's waiting there It's all for us, climb aboard and take a seat, Get ready to fly
Jeff Moss Baby Rowlf at piano Baby Piggy: No matter what life may bring, no matter what I may do, be sure of one special thing I'm gonna always be loving
Fireflies inside of a mason jar. Acting big behind the wheel of daddy's car. Playing church around the old piano stand, You were quite a preacher and
Gonna learn to fly Land in Spain Then I took a bus and I took a train Got down South Met this man Mario the guitar in his hand He don't like music From
cash and your jewelry is what I expect MCA was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player'
the place to let you know what's up With a bunch of trunk jewelry, two or three fat gold chains Ring plates with my name on 'em Yeah, I rhyme fly, real fly
Precious mem'ries how they linger how they ever flood my soul In the stillness of the midnight precious sacred scenes unfold [ piano ] Precious father loving mother fly
Stop joking around for one minute I'd rather cry right now And play those sad notes on the piano Let the rest of the band go home 'Cause I'll lead you
dont believe it sings any louder or soars any higher But it will not fly at all if not given freedom to be Bluebird fly [x4] *Piano Solo*