It's a washout but we're gonna persevere In the town that time forgot We're gonna have fun wether you like it or not We're going away on holiday So pack
love, till eternity King Elmore was born So was Duke Ellington Jelly Roll made love Bessie Smith was created in heaven above Robert Johnson sang the blues
[Intro - Royce talking] Yeah, Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches [Verse 1 - Canibus] Bar Exam 2 I landslide you to lava below Gotta
bitches crossing me When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony This ain't motherf**king breaking stone, I told you once leave us alone Known to kill my f**king
pale lickity-split remorse vitamin after force already nested human wine flight luminary uprise entanglement broke unsophisticated clockwise holiday
on that thang thang got your shovel Can you dig it? Keep talkin bout it while we live it All day, every days a Billie Holiday Lady sings the blues get
be Poor me poor you Poor everybody who die to do I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue I took
under the stairs These years I got they names in my swears Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style Rockin Steele sweaters
on that thang thang got your shovel Can you dig it? keep talkin bout it while we live it All day, every days a billie holiday Lady sings the blues get
the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were
beers for my peoples under the stairs These years I got they names in my swears Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
But when them slugs hit you, you'll be screamin, "Momma, EI! EI!" You never seen me sing? You don't know what I bring? You'll be singing the blues like BB King
love, till eternity King Elmore was born, So was Duke Ellington Jelly Roll made love Bessie Smith was created in heaven above Robert Johnson sang the blues
With love, till eternity King Elmore was born, So was Duke Ellington Jelly Roll made love Bessie Smith was created in heaven above Robert Johnson sang the blues
look for stars that they stitch reading "projects" Ironic, we never see ourselves as next prey What, now we equals cause we have a King's holiday? Coming
beers for my peoples under the stairs These years I got they names in my swears Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style Rockin
