dirty old track was the telegraph road Then came the mines - then came the ore then there was the hard times then there was a war telegraph sang a song about the world outside telegraph
Here we are at this party Everything is going down Music's playing loud Keep the pressure off my coffee table Momma said it's not loud Girls are
You're drillin' a hole in my ceiling Too bad it won't rain You're slippin' without any feeling So don't you complain Sorry doesn't make it okay
You were so clever, You kept it together today, By the way, I'll no longer ignore you, I wanted to show you again, I'm your friend, Sometimes we just
I'm tired of all your excuses I'm tired of all your lies Your filthy schemes and abuses Ooh, I've finally grown wise Got tired of chasin' it down Baby
[Girl:] Are you putting in your songs? [Drake:] No, I'm not when you ask Nope Kind of I guess Hollywood girl Is lost again All of her hopes left her
I never thought that it'd be so simple but I found a way, I found a way I always thought that it'd be too crazy but I found a way, I found a way
These are the golden days In this golden age that we're livin' I show you a thousand ways I show you how we take what we're given Alright Yeah You
She stares at the moon Her ribbons out of tune Memories of the past At the bottom of her glass And resting on her cheek The imprint of his ring
Wake up It's time to get your things together And drive away Breathe out You feel today it treats you better That's what they say Another day Gone without
Telegraph Telephone Tell a friend I'm leavin' Heard you left Me at home But I'm here still breathin' 'Cause she's in me Tell me where you've gone
is beatin' Each day i don't die is cheating Send me some lovin' Send me some lovin' Send it now Send it by giraffe, or jungle telegraph
happened Don't take that man away It was not his fault Telegraph poles are good for climbing But don't touch the live wire At the tip of the barrel Telegraph
bear repeating For everyone's delight You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Can't keep nothin' under their hat You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
I rounded first never thought of the worst As I studied the shortstop's position Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg Someone call a decent
Island I see you in the distance I feel that your existence Is not unlike my own Island they say no man is like you They say you stand alone Sometimes