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Willis Earl Beal - Swing On Low (Live on From The Basement)
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[Verse 1]
Heaven blessed me, gave their care
Look around nobody is there
There's no more, less than before
Times passes through an open door
Realize that there is no floor
Calculator broken, so there is no score
Mi amore manifest adore
Marks on the board from your folklore
[Verse 2]
Jack of hearts don't court the queen
Thrones vacant there never was no king
Earl is coming with the switching of the scene
Sprout a stock, only got one bean
Enchanted, got a bottomless head
Rode down to a valley all red
Ate and drank likehe never been fed
From liquid and the flesh that bled
[Verse 3]
All was great, till he found his fate
Parallel power at the end of the hour
Clock's dead so there is no late
Decimate dualities that exceed to cower
Showered shoes so he lifts his fist
Caught a rare fish number one on his list
Then let it go, 'cause he had the bliss
Nope insist the hits, he received the jist
[Verse 4]
Swing on low
In the flow for the souls who don't know
Down the hole
Swing on low
In the flow for the souls who don't know
Down the hole
Swing on low
Swing on low
Swing on low
Swing on low
[Verse 5]
Big punk small time, still in my prime
In the coopdodaloop of a satisfied mind
I'm the bunny rock hopper the lyrics all down
Imma dance in a trance
Till they put me in the pound
I ain't satisfied unless I'm acting a fool
I'm a caffinated chap, microphone is my tool
I'm shiver fit pissed, with a shovel in my fist
Got my graveyard boots as I hide in the mist
I'm a fiend full of feeling, got a bone like a rocket
And a motive so loco no bozos can stop it
[Verse 6]
Frogman hop it if the wall I can't knock it
Then the clatter chitter-chatter
Don't matter if I drop it
One hand in my pocket, the other on the bar
I'm seating back on the seat
In the night, I'm going far
Cocoa butter on my hands
Potpourri on my pants
I'm sitting still in the side
Because I know in advance
[Verse 7]
Swing on low in the flow
For the souls who don't know down low
Swing on low in the flow
For the souls who don't know down low
Swing on low, swing on low, swing on low, swing on low
Swing on low, swing on low
Swing on low
Swing on low
Yeah, hey
Hey
Written by: Willis Earl Beal

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