Why you want to trip on me Why you want to trip on me Stop trippin' Ooh stop trippin' Yeah stop trippin' Everybody just stop trippin' They say I'm different They don't understand But there's a bigger problem

When God paints Sometimes I take for granted the simple things But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain I can be his biggest critic when it starts to rain When God paints, birds sing He colors every feather on a sparrow's wings When God

Big Jack, Big Jack, The steam is a burning, Workin' up and down the line, The pot is getting ready, He's been working it so hard, When it comes to lovin', Big jack is on his way, Wink of satisfaction,

You're moving too fast Frames can't catch you when You're moving like that Slow down everyone Brushfire fairytales Itsy bitsy diamond wells Big fat hurricanes Yellow bellied given names Well shortcuts can slow you down

I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd Parents always tried keep me home But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on Whats up, Finally Famous I had it on my jacket way back in high school

Across the sky Won't you write the biggest Cross the sky Sweep your silver pen, So high, so high, She don't read the letter

Hang your jacket from the door There's thirty people in the kitchen Well come gather all around me There is something you should know There's no place quite like this place If we get it on the go So, pile your boots up in the corner And there's always

Grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks He's a seafaring sailmaking gamboling capering Oh, Jack Hinks Seafaring sailmaking gamboling capering Ah, when Jack comes ashore He's got money galore And he's seldom cut short of a job He can dress down as well As any can

A little hometown or a big old city Might as well share, might as well smile Life goes on for a little bitty while Well, it's alright to be little bitty It's alright to be little bitty Have a little love on a little honeymoon You got a little dish and

Sweep your silver pen, Across the sky So high Won't you write the biggest Cross the sky She don't read the letters I write anymore