Lyrics:
Still rapping, slapping kittens and grabbing my cock
I'm the artist, the godfather
Stay hard as a rock
You gon fuck around and make me knock your
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
Still rapping, slapping kittens and grabbing my cock
I'm the artist, the godfather
Stay hard as a rock
You gon fuck around and make me knock your
(Mark Ronson feat. Bruno Mars / Uptown Funk)
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it
(ian hunter/mick ronson)
Do you remember truth-you used to tell it everyday
Oh what a feelin'-there was nuthin' in the way
I won't get excited- if
the windscreen.
As he looked out over the audience he said,
God bless you, God bless you one and all.
Then he took a can of Ronson lighter fluid
And he squirted
shimmer
Band's grip, firmer
Sky's vast caster
Six strings shimmer
and ten magic fingers
In a moonbeam dream
A moonbeam dream
Gentle sway
In seductive play
girl yet
Rise up your dead
When it bums you out, all the hunters sprung to pounce
And at best it's a mess like a nest infested
You remember there's
Yeah, we don't know how to talk
(Mm)
But damn, we know how to fuck
Hey, what's going on? This is Mark Ronson
Aka Mark the Spark, AKA Spark Ronson
Written by Warren Zevon 1970 United Artists/ c. 1996 EMI Capitol Records Special Markets
Jungle telephone
Ding a dong ding ding _____ with a red mud
Always on the run
Streets respond to Mos and Mark Ronson
Call the fire chief to inspect the arson
Y'all got problems, Brooklyn is in the buildin'
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
In the shithouse a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black night
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
are not my friend no more so beat
Me at a store near me another store
By you..you better call me
Chorus:
Ron-son
Call me Ron-son
You better recognize
the moonlight shine
And dream into the future
Believe it's here to stay
A caravan
Of artists and bands
Caravan
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
A caravan
Of artists
Glam
Glam
Glam
Glam
Glam
Glam
Marc and David were having a jam
They put their heads together
And they invented glam
Lipstick glitter dresses for men
in a rock and roll band
A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word
Only who is the artist, we got to agree
A thousand miles can lead so many ways
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
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