fiery train comes to a hault. That man stepped outside, staring with demon eyes. He took one good look at me and he said.... I'm such a tall tall man
met Time turns for a cure, for the scientists for Madness, madness of the heart but you knew it, you knew it from the start And Hawking will tell us no tall tales
Time turns for a cure, for the scientists for Madness, madness of the heart but you knew it, you knew it from the start And Hawking will tell us no tall tales
A sacred cash cow with sickly tits Dripping temptation for hypocrites Tone deftly beaten, the prosperous Endlessly stating the obvious Caught in your
, we're believin' in the truth We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you Stories (You with the tall tales) How many stories? (So many tall tales
Long ago a tall man told a tale of yesterday Searching for the truth to life and not for just a way Finding pleasure from this house his ears, they did
Bed of roses By bonnie hayes From the album "bette of roses" Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows And the still air is sweet with summer
you in, I'm cuttin you out [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Royce five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the word Superb finisher, administer words like ministers The tall tales
something beautiful? I am happy to deceive you Sacred lies and telling tales I can be who you want me to be Sacred lies and telling tales I can be who
't tell, follow Don't ask, don't tell, yeah Fat the world then sink your teeth in Cannibal and missionary, toes are curled My thanks uneven When tales so tall
ya draws quick I see you, there's that tatoo I G'd you A small world, I f**ked a bunch a black, fat and tall girls Smoke a Marlboro when shack tales like
I could tell you the wildest of tales My friend, the giant and traveling sales Tell you all the times that I failed The years all behind me the stories
coming back Thunder in the trunk thunder in the dope sack I serve a mot thunder in the dope raps (BOOM) Big lacks in the tall grass sit with the tires
angel Yeah, we got flags, but they not star-spangled We not patriotic, the heroes are not them, Ghetto griots like rims, you stop, they still spin, Tall tales
all relates It's the posa and the negative, mini and mega live Arm a leg a leg an arm headed by a nigga Like big and small, short and tall Night and
Well you?re not even close Cause there?s only a few that I?ve shown All my wisdom, all my pride Peep stories that I see you hide Tall tales, missing