Текст песни Harlem Boyzz - Andrew Wyatt
Things
are
getting
kind
of
shaky
up
in
harlem
Crackheads
are
falling
through
the
banisters
And
the
articles
of
college
prima
donnas
keep
me
from
noticing
the
flowers
But
oh
my
brother
tell
me
when
will
we
let
it
all
go
If
you
prefer
to
wear
you
head
outside-in
You
know
you're
going
to
do
a
lot
of
crying
So
you
stumble
your
way
into
a
mcdonald's
Order
a
number
five,
it's
criminal
Somewhere
children
are
behaving
in
a
garden
Fill
up
the
ocean
with
a
thimble
But
oh
my
brother
can
we
tell
all
the
girls
to
go
home?
If
you
prefer
to
wear
your
head
outside-in
You
know
you're
going
to
do
a
lot
of
crying
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