smile And fly into the blue CHORUS (Cause we're all just) Protons, Neutrons, Electrons That rest on a Sunday Work on a Monday and someday soon We'll be
singe soul on this big blue ball, And I am here to sing a song About the day that I was born Till the day that I'll be gone And the song won't last
your hair So swift and bright strange figures of light float in air Who can stop what must arrive now? Something new is waiting to be born Dark as the
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
all again I used to be an animal (he used to be an animal) I used to be an animal (he used to be an animal) I used to be an animal (whoa, oh) But I'm
, leather wings Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson too On a warm San Francisco night Old angels young angels feel alright On a warm San Francisco night I wasn't born
leather wings Jeans of blue Harley Davisons too On a warm San Franciscan night Old angels young angels feel alright On a warm San Franciscan night I wasn't born
called Richmond in Surrey, way down in the deep south They got guys with long hair down their back singin' "I wanna be your lover baby, I wanna be your
old boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I
play your lonesome tune Maybe love's an accident or destiny is true But you and I were born Beneath a star of dazzling blue Dazzling blue Dazzling blue
were bloody while describin' what lies before me Said "Evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me" It occurred to me, this old niggas words couldn't be
ever done it, the best that lived it I ain't no overnight success goddamn it I was born with it The Prada mama, the Dolce 'n' Gabbana drippin' The Blue
my facts. (Who said we're wack?) How could a person up and call a person wack? How could the devil turn the blue sky black? How many babies born will
I love music(what kind of music) (Chorus 2x) We love the reggae and jazz and rock and roll could be cool alternative too we love the rhythm and blues
it ho, and I like the dough. Let off shots from my rifle-- like a sniper dawg: a pipe on y'all. Nigga, the Bone was born to ball. Krayzie: Taxin' nigga
ya left out, ya came back in To my block, from Holloway, Belford to Scott We rolled the fox, we know the spots Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue
guess you got to be one of me or walk in my shoes Or drink from the cup that I drink to feel my blues Yeah, the real nigga blues I can't bend, brake
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, "I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love