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Canzone: And It Stoned Me
Artista: Widespread Panic (Van Morrison cover, 1995)
Genere: Folk rock
Half a mile from the county fair and the rain came pouring down
Me and billy were standing there we had a sliver half of crown
Our arms are full of fishing rods had the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin' wet with our backs against the fence
Oh the water
Oh the water
Oh the water
I hope it don't rain all day
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like jelly roll
Well it stoned me
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like going home, going home
Rain let up and the sun came up we were getting dry
Almost let a pickup truck nearly pass us by
Well we jumped right in and the driver grinned and he dropped us up the road
We saw the swing and we jumped right in not to mention the fishing poles
Oh the water
Oh the water
Oh the water
Let it run all over me
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like jelly roll, stoned me
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like going home, and a jelly roll
On the way back home we sang a song our throats were getting dry
We saw a man from across the road he had the sunset in his eyes
He lived all alone in his own little home he had a great big gallon jar
There were bottles two, one for me and you and he said, "hey there you are"
Oh the water
Oh the water
Oh the water
I get it myself from the mountain stream
It stones me to my soul
It stoned me just like jelly roll, stoned me
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like jelly roll
It stoned me
Just like jelly roll
I'm coming home
It stoned me just like going home
Canzone: Inertia
Artista: Mac Miller
Genere: Rap/Hip-hop
I've been a God way before a synagogue
Liquor drops used to hit the spot like a cinderblock
This is not what you wanted, but this is what you got
You live with what you got
Elixir that I’m mixing like I’m in the kitchen whipping rock
I’m in the spot like the middle of a prison box
And you ain’t nothing to the planet but a little dot
Suddenly hit the water like the line that’s on a fishing rod
Simple thoughts got me itching like the chicken pox
Knitted socks, with fingers tryna scratch a lotto ticket off
When I made it I was getting all the bitches off
See I was faded, now I’m counting up the minutes lost
I throw 'em back like opponents hit a homer
My mind, it holds explosion like a pose that's on a poster
I’m out the holster with it
I overdid it like the way the rollercoaster spinning
Homie, that’s inertia
I’m the moon to the sun how I birthed ya
Turn ya, back to ya old ways, reverse ya
Curse ya, witchcraft
You get nothing but a whole lot of nothing
With your mothafuckin' bitch ass
You simple as a whistle, never pick a side
Shit, you always in the middle, never down to ride
I was high like I'm born to fly
Never die, I’m immortalized
Here before ya eyes
Lord of the flyest, I is your highness
And no diamond when the shine ultraviolet
You on your bullshit, I’m on assignment
And I be on it like a stylus on a PalmPilot
I’m God’s finest work, this way beyond timeless
Copped the new presidential Rollie, keep the watch silent
'Cause everybody ticking me off
I got the world with her legs open, licking the box, shit
She home wet, sweatin' me for phone sex
Don’t stress, daddy'll be home soon
And assume I’m down low with the post moves
I come through and hit the hoe like Jones Drew, yeah
My old chick is old news
But add fuel to fire, what I won’t do
So, I just kick it with the homies like I’m supposed to
And we go back like gold hoops
Well, this the cold feeling
Bone chillin', borderline dope dealin'
I’m going up with no ceiling, shit
Out of body, got my soul swimming
And no different, good head keep my toes twitchin'
You know Larry been fishing since he in the womb
This the scoop up the Big Dipper, you the little spoon
Went from invisible and minuscule
To invincible, dancing with the business moves
I made a million and it killed me
My second million got me mothafuckin' filthy
You ain’t nothing 'til you die and come back to life iller
They haven’t made a mothafucker realer, Mr. Miller, yeah
All credits: Genius
Canzone: And It Stoned Me
Artista: Widespread Panic (Van Morrison cover, 1995)
Genere: Folk rock
Half a mile from the county fair and the rain came pouring down
Me and billy were standing there we had a sliver half of crown
Our arms are full of fishing rods had the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin' wet with our backs against the fence
Oh the water
Oh the water
Oh the water
I hope it don't rain all day
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like jelly roll
Well it stoned me
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like going home, going home
Rain let up and the sun came up we were getting dry
Almost let a pickup truck nearly pass us by
Well we jumped right in and the driver grinned and he dropped us up the road
We saw the swing and we jumped right in not to mention the fishing poles
Oh the water
Oh the water
Oh the water
Let it run all over me
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like jelly roll, stoned me
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like going home, and a jelly roll
On the way back home we sang a song our throats were getting dry
We saw a man from across the road he had the sunset in his eyes
He lived all alone in his own little home he had a great big gallon jar
There were bottles two, one for me and you and he said, "hey there you are"
Oh the water
Oh the water
Oh the water
I get it myself from the mountain stream
It stones me to my soul
It stoned me just like jelly roll, stoned me
It stoned me to my soul
It stoned me just like jelly roll
It stoned me
Just like jelly roll
I'm coming home
It stoned me just like going home
Canzone: Inertia
Artista: Mac Miller
Genere: Rap/Hip-hop
I've been a God way before a synagogue
Liquor drops used to hit the spot like a cinderblock
This is not what you wanted, but this is what you got
You live with what you got
Elixir that I’m mixing like I’m in the kitchen whipping rock
I’m in the spot like the middle of a prison box
And you ain’t nothing to the planet but a little dot
Suddenly hit the water like the line that’s on a fishing rod
Simple thoughts got me itching like the chicken pox
Knitted socks, with fingers tryna scratch a lotto ticket off
When I made it I was getting all the bitches off
See I was faded, now I’m counting up the minutes lost
I throw 'em back like opponents hit a homer
My mind, it holds explosion like a pose that's on a poster
I’m out the holster with it
I overdid it like the way the rollercoaster spinning
Homie, that’s inertia
I’m the moon to the sun how I birthed ya
Turn ya, back to ya old ways, reverse ya
Curse ya, witchcraft
You get nothing but a whole lot of nothing
With your mothafuckin' bitch ass
You simple as a whistle, never pick a side
Shit, you always in the middle, never down to ride
I was high like I'm born to fly
Never die, I’m immortalized
Here before ya eyes
Lord of the flyest, I is your highness
And no diamond when the shine ultraviolet
You on your bullshit, I’m on assignment
And I be on it like a stylus on a PalmPilot
I’m God’s finest work, this way beyond timeless
Copped the new presidential Rollie, keep the watch silent
'Cause everybody ticking me off
I got the world with her legs open, licking the box, shit
She home wet, sweatin' me for phone sex
Don’t stress, daddy'll be home soon
And assume I’m down low with the post moves
I come through and hit the hoe like Jones Drew, yeah
My old chick is old news
But add fuel to fire, what I won’t do
So, I just kick it with the homies like I’m supposed to
And we go back like gold hoops
Well, this the cold feeling
Bone chillin', borderline dope dealin'
I’m going up with no ceiling, shit
Out of body, got my soul swimming
And no different, good head keep my toes twitchin'
You know Larry been fishing since he in the womb
This the scoop up the Big Dipper, you the little spoon
Went from invisible and minuscule
To invincible, dancing with the business moves
I made a million and it killed me
My second million got me mothafuckin' filthy
You ain’t nothing 'til you die and come back to life iller
They haven’t made a mothafucker realer, Mr. Miller, yeah
All credits: Genius
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