KARDINAL OFFISHALL Digital motown lyrics Boo? When it gives to Sunday and Monday They get the lice flash I could get to the runway The underground king
hey little boy space cowboy yo yo space i likka yo face imma spray you wit mace i likka likka yo fancy lace bro imma hit you in yo face i love winning
I just upgraded to 10-80i, hi def just for you My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl She's my digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl She's my digital
digital Shorty check the dashboard in my lambo and it's digital Digital digital everything digital Shorty look at my watch and I bet that thing digital Digital digital everything digital Digital digital
And now, for your listening pleasure A few moments of pure digital silence
I saw a young white boy open up the door For an old black lady who was walkin? in the store And it hit me, yeah, it me, things ain't all that bad I saw
need If we can't get together naturally Then we can, we can get together on the digital screen, yeah Digital, digital, digital, digital get down, get down Digital digital digital digital
is a lazy middle class intellectual My mommy's on valium, she's so ineffectual 21St Centry Digital Boy 21St Centry Digital Boy 21St Centry Digital Boy 21St Centry Digital
You can make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling It is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose the
A house of cards A supple heart Is not a place to dwell Now you have your cake Don't hesitate Come on just do it, Come on just do it Put it in your
I heard you fell into a rabbit hole, Covered yourself up in snow, Baby tell me where'd you go, For days and days? Did they make you stay up all night?
Did it all get real, I guess it's real enough They got refrigerators full of blood Another century spent pointing guns At anything that moves Sometimes
It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch Only smoke came out our mouths On all
Some plans were made and rice was thrown A house was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow amazes me So I raise my glass to symmetry
I'm staring out into that vacuum again From the back porch of my mind The only thing that's alive I'm all there is And I start attacking my vodka stab
Johnny Hobson was a good man He used to loan me books and mic stands He even got me a subscription To the Socialist Review Listening to records in his
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open That fixes all of life's mistakes I wanna be the house that you were raised in The only place that you feel
First with your hands, then with your mouth A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds I was a fool, you were my friend We made it happen You took off your