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Wishing you were still here Wishing things were alright We tried, oh yeah We tried, and we died Oh yeah we died We tried, oh yeah We tried, and we died Oh yeah we died We

tonight Wishing you were still here Wishing things were alright We tried, oh yeah We tried, and we died Oh yeah we died We tried, oh yeah We tried, and we died Oh yeah we died We

I don't floss no more, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we

horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns... uh... (The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf.... The kettle drum and bass drum

are all presumed dead I repeat they are all presumed dead However there are no suspects I repeat the subjects are at large we might need some backup.. Inform O'Malley that we

I shine right tearing at the moon I listened' to the wind whistle in a channel of sound my ear like a vacuum begin to boom, glisten Like the sun heats a drum

Be a hundred of y'all and we still won't run Call the cops, they still won't come We bang on niggas like we playin' the drums These cats think they

like Chips, he's a swagger don Annoys the haters like a tag along Quick too 'cause he know I ain't havin' none If you're cool, I'm cool, we can get along

Greenthumb, the serene one I laid back from the drum like a beach bum. Shit is hot as summer. Another classic number. Everybody give it up for the funky drummer