twirly, twirly, twirly! Fillmore, Fillmore, Fillmore, Fillmore . . . Hey! RIGHT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH LEFT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH RIGHT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH LEFT HAND
(Rolling Stones) Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long time Stole many a man's soul and
nigga) Get it together (get it togheter) I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere) O. Trice (O. Trice) [Verse 1] Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned Wanna
boat like Aaliyah then talk Back, back, forth, forth Get that sailor on course, course Make that track a corpse, corpse Rap, roll, utterly rocked with my mouth to the mic and my hand
of lifes miracles I have my fate in my hands I see my colours before me I am the outlaw man I am one of lifes miracles I have my fate in my hands I
And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand
She was twenty one with her life ahead You don't need to know her name She breathed her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade But fate's right hand
woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand
waiting for its dance now Fate has sentenced us to die Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am
mind and losing sight Of the fast trains rolling by, and harmony to fate, one wonders what's in store for a boy, who wanders more into casting stones
are R&B singers like K.C. and Jo-Jo Better off harmonizing with Taj, Leigh Leigh and Coco Thesbian thugs, niggaz is all mouth like the Rolling Stones
raise the huge stone To roll it and push it up a slope a hundred times over; One sees the face screwed up, the cheek tight against the stone, The wholly