Ride on, lady, I'm your monkey Yes, the organ grinder's getting wet You're still filthy Dragged on the sand of another man's land Another man riding on
Ride on, lady, i'm your monkey Yes, the organ grinder's getting wet Oh you're still filthy dragged on the sand of another mans land Another man riding on
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bed Ride on, lady, i'm your monkey Yes, the organ grinder's getting wet Oh you're still filthy dragged on the sand of another mans land Another man riding on
the chicks of they panties and Bras Come on I said come on (Pusha T verse 1 I do hits for my go-getters, to my O flippers All my Rose moe sippers
can I get a ride home? I'm on Patron, I just took some shots to tha dome I'm gone, so gone, so yo, can I get a ride home? Hey wat it do, I'm on like
me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll with this hip hop star Bad boots on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with
lighter Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me 'Cause my window got the glass from a taxi Poppa was a rollin' stone Never came back home now I'm on
only here for a moment then I'm gone I teleport, throwing bodies on the third rail, scorched I smell a corpse, I stomp through hell with a blazing torch Riding
I took a rose from the hand of a child When I kiss your lips, the honey drips I'm gonna have to put you down for a while Everyday we meet on any old
I remember you Do you remember me too? Born on the 14th of July The smell of roses made her cry Though you're going far from home Rest assured you're
you see There's nothing here that you can call free They're getting their kicks They're laughing at you and me As the sun rose on the beanfield They came like wolf on
to earth and was buried deep. from that very time man has searched for it son of dawn lost the crown in the end. holy knights riding out on a quest
you And watch the sun set like a stone I've had some time to think about you On the long, oh the long On the long Oh the long ride home
you then slow motion and ram it (Oooh) Yeah, you like the way I murder that shit On the ride to ya die swing a curv on that dick Got me hard as a brick
her time and time again . . . She looked clean through him and told him how she loved white horses, riding on a swing and laying in a cornfield on a
Yo, some nights we got so drunk Its like we miss the feeling Of a never ending headache And a spinning ceiling The sob story of an alcoholic On his hands
rain on the petal of a rose It drips down to the earth and begins to compose A song worth singing A world that keeps on stinging And one sinking feeling
