Guns 'N Roses lyrics
Guns 'N Roses lyrics
"Mama Kin Lyrics"
Infatuation/Memories Lyrics
Hundreds & Thousands (Somerville/Steinbachek/Bronski) Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Memories, sweet memories Lost in these memories Lost I should stay
It ain't easy, livin' like a Gypsy
Tell ya, honey, how it feels
I've been dreamin' floatin' down stream
And losin' touch with all that's real
Whole lotta lover, keepin' undercover
Never knowin' where you been
You've been fadin', always out paradin'
Keep the touch with mama kin
You've always got your tail on the wag
Stittin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon
Yo
You better check it out or someday soon
You're gonna climb back on the wagon
It ain't easy livin'like you wanna
It's so hard to find peace of mind (Yes, it is)
The way I see it
You got to say sheeit
But don't forget to drop me a line
Bald as an egg et eighteen
And workin' for your daddy's just a drag
You still stuff your mouth wit
You better check it out or someday soon
You're gonna climb back on the wagon
Chorus:
Keep in touch with mama kin
Tell her where you gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleepin' late and smokin' tea
Keep in touch with mama kin
Tell her where you gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleepin' late and smokin' tea
Ooh no!
It ain't easy livin'like you wanna
It's so hard to find peace of mind (Yes, it is)
The way I see it
You got to say sheeit
But don't forget to drop me a line
Bald as an egg et eighteen
And workin' for your daddy's just a drag
You still stuff your mouth with those beans
You better check it out or someday soon
You're gonna climb back on the wagon
Chorus
Hundreds & Thousands (Somerville/Steinbachek/Bronski) Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Memories, sweet memories Lost in these memories Lost I should stay
It ain't easy, livin' like a Gypsy
Tell ya, honey, how it feels
I've been dreamin' floatin' down stream
And losin' touch with all that's real
Whole lotta lover, keepin' undercover
Never knowin' where you been
You've been fadin', always out paradin'
Keep the touch with mama kin
You've always got your tail on the wag
Stittin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon
Yo
THIS GO OUT YA'LL Lyrics
VERSE-2 THEY SAID I WAS BROKE LIKE MC HAMMER AVOIDING THE CAMERAS FUCK THE FAME I'M MORE LIKE A MC WIT UH' HAMMER TAKING PICTURES IN MY LAST REQUEST I BEEN A MONTH SENSE I HAD SOME SEX
u act like a perpetual drag VERSE-2 THEY SAID I WAS BROKE LIKE MC HAMMER AVOIDING THE CAMERAS FUCK THE FAME I'M MORE LIKE A MC WIT UH' HAMMER TAKING PICTURES IN MY LAST REQUEST I BEEN A MONTH SENSE I HAD SOME SEX
You better check it out or someday soon
You're gonna climb back on the wagon
It ain't easy livin'like you wanna
It's so hard to find peace of mind (Yes, it is)
The way I see it
You got to say sheeit
But don't forget to drop me a line
Bald as an egg et eighteen
And workin' for your daddy's just a drag
You still stuff your mouth wit
Washed Away Lyrics
Pebble by pebble, sand grain by sand grain Shore turns to sea, shore turns to ocean Serpent creates the high tides to assure all good is floating Good and righteousness is not intellectual
h those beans Pebble by pebble, sand grain by sand grain Shore turns to sea, shore turns to ocean Serpent creates the high tides to assure all good is floating Good and righteousness is not intellectual
You better check it out or someday soon
You're gonna climb back on the wagon
Chorus:
Keep in touch with mama kin
Tell her where you gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleepin' late and smokin' tea
Keep in touch with mama kin
Tell her where you gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleepin' late and smokin' tea
Ooh no!
Talk To The People Lyrics
There's a brawl in a lonely whites only bar A lekker groove in a classy shebeen Someone betrayed in a government car A silent movement on the stock market screen A watchman playing on a Zulu guitar
There's a brawl in a lonely whites only bar A lekker groove in a classy shebeen Someone betrayed in a government car A silent movement on the stock market screen A watchman playing on a Zulu guitar
It ain't easy livin'like you wanna
It's so hard to find peace of mind (Yes, it is)
The way I see it
You got to say sheeit
But don't forget to drop me a line
Bald as an egg et eighteen
And workin' for your daddy's just a drag
You still stuff your mouth with those beans
You better check it out or someday soon
You're gonna climb back on the wagon
Chorus