Symphony 3: The Story (featuring Count Bass D)
Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, you never know.
Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, you never know.
Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Ehah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
I was just a shorty wanna make some sound,
Never knew I heard it goin' round and round
So I learned to play a little bit of violin,
But most of all, I learned how to li-l-l-listen.
Round about thirteen, I got real bold.
Made a little tape, and that tape I sold.
Recorded in the basement of some shady guy,
So I had to tell him fuck you very much and buh-bye.
Then came (?), they really tried to sell it
You'll be rich and famous if you only make a record
That has a lot of fluff. And don't forget the hooks.
Babe, just stick with us, and they'll be writin' books.
Ah, I couldn't do it, so I headed for the coast.
Homeless and remote, I learned how to float.
And then I found my love, and the one I call my son.
We live love forever, it's only just begun.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Lost on a teenage sea, wound up in Tennessee,
Lost on a teenage sea, wound up in,
Free, I landed on my feet, thanks to beats.
Free, I landed on my feet, thanks to .
But here is something you were not told,
(?) cannot be pigeon-holed.
Divineness and Wells, the stories she cleverly tells,
Hillbillies versus the business of Beverly Hills.
Another concept we all must ponder,
Absence of genre makes the art grow fonder.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, you never know.
Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, you never know.
Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Ehah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
I was just a shorty wanna make some sound,
Never knew I heard it goin' round and round
So I learned to play a little bit of violin,
But most of all, I learned how to li-l-l-listen.
Round about thirteen, I got real bold.
Made a little tape, and that tape I sold.
Recorded in the basement of some shady guy,
So I had to tell him fuck you very much and buh-bye.
Then came (?), they really tried to sell it
You'll be rich and famous if you only make a record
That has a lot of fluff. And don't forget the hooks.
Babe, just stick with us, and they'll be writin' books.
Ah, I couldn't do it, so I headed for the coast.
Homeless and remote, I learned how to float.
And then I found my love, and the one I call my son.
We live love forever, it's only just begun.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Lost on a teenage sea, wound up in Tennessee,
Lost on a teenage sea, wound up in,
Free, I landed on my feet, thanks to beats.
Free, I landed on my feet, thanks to .
But here is something you were not told,
(?) cannot be pigeon-holed.
Divineness and Wells, the stories she cleverly tells,
Hillbillies versus the business of Beverly Hills.
Another concept we all must ponder,
Absence of genre makes the art grow fonder.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Credits
Writer(s): Emily Wells, Dwight Farrell
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- Symphony 1 In the Barrel of a Gun
- Symphony 2 & the Click Boom Boom
- Symphony 3: The Story (featuring Count Bass D)
- Symphony 4: America's Mercy War
- Symphony 5 Was a Surprise
- Symphony 6: Fair Thee Well & The Requiem Mix
- Symphony 7: Dreams Memories & Heaven
- Symphony 8 & the Canary's Last Take
- Symphony 9 & the Sunshine
- Symphony 10: Could This Really Be the End?
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