up again all right She ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tanqueray gin by the old piano
two years or more just staring at the wall We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw? If we turned the table upside down and sailed
And I'm outta here One down And three-point-six Tomorrow And I'm out of here People tell me Ben, just make up junk And turn it in But I never was alright with turning
cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it Then turn around and flip it,
Imma Make Them Vocals Drop I'm Gripping On Your Thighs We Tangled Like Some Cables From The Front look In Your Eyes Then I Turn You Like Some tables
doors they'd be locked 'Cause there were precious things that I couldn't touch Company couch covered in plastic Books about being saved The dining room table nobody ate at The piano
to Join the line in order you peck When they introduced me to you My face had turned to super red Your steady beck and call boy Playin' on the piano
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it Then turn around and flip
coats An upright piano and the boys in the choir Still remind him of just before he was born Remind him of just before he was breathing Strange misty visions of God Turn
the good Lord only knows It seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables And generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano
good Lord only knows Seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables And generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano
fell asleep in a chair by the fireplace And I woke up in the kitchen sink With an umbrella full of holes atop my head and I fell asleep on the table
the thoughts that you know what they mean I hope that the answer doesn't come too late And the rule of thumb don't apply on me 'Cause the tables are turning
up again all right She ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano
Would you like some hay Can you even hear a word I say? Answer the phone Get Off the phone Don't sit so close Turn it down No texting at the table No
being saved The dining room table nobody ate at And the piano nobody played [Chorus] There was this beautiful lamp I always loved A seashore was painted on the shade It would turn