Mr. Piano Man Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love Do you
a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano
night Before we have a little problem You You You, Me & You, You You And it ain?t gon be no foolin around Between him & you you you you you you you you you Him
concentrate I have to get this grade Or I might fail to be a lawyer someday BRIDGE But just right now Can' think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano
Inmate Killer wants to go to college He wants to get his parole So the department of corrections Will release him in the fall Killer wants to go on t.
hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (Pusha T) As 'Ye flips the piano The mood swings like the change of a channel He's heating up like they wrapped him
again Take this back and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my
though And a throwback piano It aint no 'Rhodes' but its nasty enough to get my point across With no feeling lost Eric from 'SoulLive' just lent me his Jazz guitar with no hesitation man Gotta big him
if it's a man's hoppin' with the fans like a fucking antelope So send him to me in a minute When you're finished and I'll put him in a vice grip Put
old My daddy ran away With a woman he met on a train, oh His little boy Ran to the room Where his piano Lay in wait for him He played and he played
keep me down for long) Cuz I'm getting stronger (cuz I keep getting stronger, yea) Verse 2 Here we go My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels, a baby grand piano
little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay This had to be his most
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano Changed the mood like we changed the channel This is art Picasso I got him
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
Livin' in my dreamworld, mem'ries of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here (I love 'em) Livin' in my dreamworld
Livin' in my dreamworld, memories of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here I love 'em Livin' in my dreamworld
up (I can) I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard When they pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow for Various degrees of technique
