Mick Jagger - Baked

It’s coming, it’s coming

Saturdays are the stronger

The wronger

Absenteism, like jaded, that jaded

I’m Mick fucking Jagger

That simply did no escape me

I’m Mick fucking Jagger

That simply did no escape me

I’m Mick fucking Jagger

There’s no more yesterday

A basket of rhyme

Oh oh oh

By times, great rhymes

Bye byes, great rhymes

Oh oh oh

Some men are not made for summer

We are all looking around

We do not know how we get around

It’s beauty synchronicities

But no one’s out o oooo o oo o

At all

I have?

Now I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I

Let it out, let it out

It’s storm, fascination

Faster the ground

Oh oh oh

By times, great rhymes

Bye byes, great rhymes

Oh oh oh