looking German bloke And a billy goat all invoke the summer soon to bloom On a soft and fresh Atlantic air a mist of pollen floats On Galway Bay I spy
of pages of my disbelief I rose from my moat like a ghost from a grave Sunken in the salty eyes of the wandering into space I was heading though the mists
this to Woody, man We know he'd understand and mourn the poison land With head held in dismay at Prince William's death-bay Our fondest respects to mister
could not understand For seven days I held her close Like a child in the palm of my hand There were, seven tears to wipe away Seven fears to keep at bay
'm whistlin, sittin on the dock by The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you copy? Boomin like a jeep, deep with my posse What's up, sister? yeah, it's mister
the way I fought for you You're not to blame Everyone's the same, oh I know, you think that you're safe Mister Harmless deception That keeps love at bay
Bay) Beat down in these streets (You can blame it on da Bay) Get jacked fo sum green (You can blame it on da Bay) [Verse 2] Blame it on da Bay is what
now The way I fought for you You're not to blame, everyone's the same I know you think that you're safe, Mister Harmless deception that keeps love at bay
your boy, Baby beesherelli mane, La Velvet clika, Representin' that yay area dogg, Down South mane, Houston, Texas mane, with my smokin' cousin [SPM] Mister
an outlaw Bad Leroy Brown The only ?Cool Hand Luke? left in this town I get my lovin' on the run I'm a low down Mister fly by night Baby, slow down,
it don't stop nigga on these switches I hit Off the top,niggas go jock,watch how many bitches i get MISTER Paperchaser, Mr. AK splitter Mr. ride everythang from New York to the motherfucking Bay
said "You are the perfect stranger" She said "Baby just keep it like this" It's just a cakewalk twisting baby Step right up and say "Hey mister give
so I can feel the breeze And down below it's Monaco And mister, I don't know a soul I'll drop off the keys at valet Look out my window bay One afternoon
Now we hitting the clubs like we owning the spot its front row vip for [Verse 2] class friends making high class ends better watch how the f*k we spend mister
year (any time of year) theres a party here (theres a party here) Verse 2 Now we hitting the clubs like we owning the spot its front row vip for mister
Silver, the moon high over pond of water calm and dark Woe, mist, the breath of the dragon, sweeping down mountain side All still, the day asleep, the
to the Mobile Bay The Gulf of Mexico Flows in to the Mobile Bay I'm gonna let that cool stream of water Flow over my head someday Tell me mister mailman
boy, you bother me) Mmm, folks won't find us now because Mister Satch and Mister Cros We gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin' (Bah-boo-baby-bah-boo-bah-bay-mmm-bo-bay