Lyrics:
your eyes
Thomas is in for a big surprise!
On the track, behind the trees
Far away, where nobody sees
Lives an engine, Hiro by name
Thomas gonna
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
Thomas Argus makes no bones he makes determination
When you can't see very far
You must be stuck where you are
If we could just fly away
Fly away
you've always got money for
Gas money, food, money, electric, and rent
Car money, honey money, easily spent
Supplies are limited, as time screams by
All
voices that I'm hearin' are my own (best ever)
Thomas, I'm still here, I practically smell the fear
I know all the reasons why you feel so insecure
Curing lepers
Rescuing hookers from getting stoned to death
By assholes who wanted to kill em cause they caught them fucking
Are you shitting me
If I had
licorice lip balm.
FATHER BILL:
Your lips look severely burnt.
UNCLE WALTER:
Dino Sore’s big baby blues pierced him through and through, causing him
My name is Reginald Lafayette Bullock (Thomas/Mack). Son of cnnie Marie Bullock-Pompey and son of a father whom I've never met, cllen Mack. On my
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
you mean by too many 'nots'?
[Female voice]
Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough
[Big Daddy Kane]
Yeah, aight
But check this
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
too shall
Pass me a beer, good buddy
'Cause I'm soaked to the bone and my boots are muddy
From walkin' through the rain of life's big storm
Well,
are drinking beers and – oh, by
The way this program takes place in Hawaii
This program takes place in Hawaii
Abel’s unstable, dumping shakes off
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
The days are passing me by
Elusive for me to catch the sunrise
Space just travels so fast
It'd break your back
In that dream I could fly
How come
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
a national french fry day
Also known as national french fries day las papas fritas in espanol. Thanks half a credit of high school Spanish
Of course
These are
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
Bikini's And Beer
The margaritas are flowin' like the waves in the ocean
Got my toes buried deep in the sand
There's a warm summer breeze,
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