
(Verse 1)
Painted by Peter, can you see her? She is hanging in the hall
See you later, Amalia, this a candle for your soul
I order ya a Veduta of the garden when it’s fall
Now over ya, my gloria blessed a heathen with the khol
I bring a knife to a gunfight, don’t really care what will happen
I sing my wife ‘bout the sunlight when in the night of Manhattan
I eat with outlaws and old men, every speaker a poet
I’m on a run, if I could choose my afterlife, I’d die for it
I promise
(Chorus)
Can I get a witness my very old lord?
Blame it on my straightness, I won’t live it so bored
Just another Bolo, oh, off the wall, but
Once I pass the door, everybody holdup
(Verse 2)
The porch is clean, I see the torch
Everything makes a great scene
I’m with the queen of Scheele’s Green
Have you seen the grand Zeppelin?
Oh, I got my to the opera
Watch ‘em cry as prima-donna
Sing my nights and all the drama
Make the money off my trauma, ja
(Chorus)
Can I get a witness my very old lord?
Blame it on my straightness, I won’t live it so bored
Just another Bolo, oh, off the wall, but
Once I pass the door, everybody holdup
(Outro)
Holdup, everybody holdup
Holdup, everybody holdup
Holdup, everybody holdup
Holdup
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