Well the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you, may not be right for some. A man is born, he's a man of means. Then along come two. They got nothin' but their dreams. It takes diff'rent strokes to move the world.
Everybody's got a separate kind of story. Everybody finds a way to shine. It don't matter what you got... not a lot... so what, you'll have yours, he'll have his, and I'll have mine. And together we'll be partners. It takes diff'rent strokes to move the world. Hmmmmmmmmm.
There is a great Karp song on the S/T record called "D+D Fantasy" which always reminds of Corey and myself circa 7th grade. One time we were walking from his house on Rock Quarry to the the old Schnucks to get Jelly Beans for no reason and he said we had to take a shortcut he had recently discovered. He took me far into a thick entanglement of brush and dead trees until we reached a path that seemed to have been freshly put there by a landscaping sprite of some sort. At that point, Corey stopped, smiled, and pulled out a joint. We talked while we toked and a pleasant feeling came over me that, years later, I would say cannot be induced by marijuana. I am guessing it was opium and DMT because a few minutes later this hippie guy named Dave was leading us down the path while insisting on the prescience of community radio. He said he was really into Redd Kross but that he didn't like druggies and fuckups. Out of the corner of my eye, a hobgoblin winked at me but I paid no
YOU ARE THE LETTER [A] AND I AM LETTER
[B]... CHECK IT!
[A and B together] Fuck bitches, get money..
fuck niggaz, get
money (3X)
[A] Hehehe
[B] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up
[A] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy
[B] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of
that shit
Uhh, check it out
[A] Bout to "get money"
[B]
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like
mustard?
[A] ALL DAY AND NIGHT. GET MONEY!
Corey is one of those rare individuals in
my life that has earned every bit of respect
I have toward him. He is well liked by
everyone around him. He is an intelligent,
creative and humble person. He strives to
achieve perfection in subtle ways, never
faltering when he fails. He is a glass half
full kind of fella, while realizing the tragic
opera we all play out. He found his
counterpart and luck follows him wherever
he goes. But here's a little something I bet
you all didn't know... Corey likes fat
hookers. I'm serious. When we all go
home after a visit with Mr. Cottrell,
thoughts of how cool he is in our heads,
he is scheming on the next fat piggy
whore to molest with his perverted fingers.
As much as I respect him, he makes me
sick with this tragic fettish of his. Watch
out, fatties, Corey is always on the prowl.
Everybody's got a separate kind of story. Everybody finds a way to shine. It don't matter what you got... not a lot... so what, you'll have yours, he'll have his, and I'll have mine. And together we'll be partners. It takes diff'rent strokes to move the world. Hmmmmmmmmm.
[B]... CHECK IT!
[A and B together] Fuck bitches, get money..
fuck niggaz, get
money (3X)
[A] Hehehe
[B] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up
[A] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy
[B] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of
that shit
Uhh, check it out
[A] Bout to "get money"
[B]
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like
mustard?
[A] ALL DAY AND NIGHT. GET MONEY!
that means.
Corey: Truth.
Simon: Are you really a vampire?
Corey: I'm gay as hell!!!
my life that has earned every bit of respect
I have toward him. He is well liked by
everyone around him. He is an intelligent,
creative and humble person. He strives to
achieve perfection in subtle ways, never
faltering when he fails. He is a glass half
full kind of fella, while realizing the tragic
opera we all play out. He found his
counterpart and luck follows him wherever
he goes. But here's a little something I bet
you all didn't know... Corey likes fat
hookers. I'm serious. When we all go
home after a visit with Mr. Cottrell,
thoughts of how cool he is in our heads,
he is scheming on the next fat piggy
whore to molest with his perverted fingers.
As much as I respect him, he makes me
sick with this tragic fettish of his. Watch
out, fatties, Corey is always on the prowl.