surprised (why?) Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?) There two kinds that draw the fine lines
like Dexter Manley with at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red Damn we, all the shit you can't be We big time, you small time, real small
past A hundred miles an hour Never, ever looking back And it was so fine It was fine, it was so fine, yeah The world was all mine, it was so fine, yeah
unusual bird in the beginning --now extol the virtues of having such a fine bird amidst them. Grace, previously the prettiest duck on the pond, graciously relinquishes her coveted Red
on the violet? is just fucking silly? Or something like that. Or what about Satchmo?! I see trees of Green, Red roses too, And fine, if you wish to Glorify
twice, for the dranks dim the lights (Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte) Pymp Tyte's getting it crunk tonight, whaaat [Sean Pymp] Now I recall when I was small, being
with the finest, steppin out of caskets or line us up kill for the kindness The dimmest broads turn states evidence on small times I use smoke L?s like
