Marcy Playground Lyrics

Marcy Playground Lyrics

"Comin' Up From Behind Lyrics"

Labels Lyrics
Intro: RZA Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin, they be gettin misinformed thinkin everything is everything, that you could just get yourself a little deal, whatever, youknowhatI'msayin you gonna get on you gonna get

Ah, She's an eight ball,
She's a'rollin faster than a white wall,
She's got an avalanche packed into a snowball,
She's a losin all the links,
She's like a stonewall,
She's loaded up,

She's the underdog,
Gonna take a mighty swipe
At the high horse,
While'a sippin on her tricks
In a pitfall,
Makin eyes at the girls like bullfrogs,
I'm telling you, sir,

(Chorus)
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
com
Leave Ya' With This Lyrics
S-U-B, R-O-C (??) rock it to the highest degree [Kurious] Fresh out the box, in comes the loot PSYCH cause it don't, I flaunt the tactic, climactic styles No I won't go out the back like the vermin I'm burnin,
in up from behind,

Yeah, She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind,

You'd like her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling,
While your Wall Street pockets are jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games,

It's a longshot,
She's got a troop and a tongue for a slingshot,
But she's takin' steady aim
At the bigshots,
It's hard to miss the rolling-polies
On the blacktop,
You be
Too Marvelous For Words Lyrics
I search for phrases To sing your praises But there aren't any magic adjectives To tell you all you are! You're just too marvelous Too marvelous for words Like glorious, glamorous And that old standby amorou
ter watch your turf,

(Chorus)
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind,

Yeah,
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind,

You had her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling,
While your golden-lined pockets were jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your wretched games,

She caught your sick lie,
It's creepin in the shadow of your white smile,
Lurking u
Sixpounder Lyrics
Can you say what you can't do In darkness of the eyes The breaking voice stain mirror Waiting so i can scream out Go! (Ugh) Well let me show you battle Cause that's how the pain really is A little piss t
derneath the cover of your bedroom eyes,
Well, you're greasin' up the lance for your small-fry,

You wanna talk it up, do you?
Well you're floatin like a royal balloon -- oh,
Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon, well,
I think you found somebody to cut you down to size.
Well well,

Yeah,
She's comin up from behind,
She's comin up from behind,

Yeah,
She's comin up from behind,
She's comin up from behind....