Lyrics:
life Bookseller: (speaking) Ah Belle! Belle: Good morning I've come to return the book I borrowed Bookseller: Finished already? Belle: Oh I couldn't
heaven Angels from heaven, some angels don't see God Locked outta heaven, booksellers to the world Read yours books, Highlighting every word Globalization,
Weed smell through the suburbs Used to be tp now it's all bel aire Nigga my life is a real bookseller Ran shit amok like first name ella Ruth Chris now
then I got a real job I was a rock and roll singer Then I was a baker For a while a coffee maker Got a job as a bookseller For a while a ticket taker
something that was probably Available from a book club and not commercially at the Walden Books or the B. Dalton bookseller The pages are yellowed and stiff
Kinda like the Sistine So bars get respect like Made Men from Sicliy And look fellas I'm a Goodfella No longer Breaking Bad Now a bookseller Push pages
the yout set up Family in the trees like the woody woodpecker Did bad for DiNero but I'm a good fella Rappers boring me with their stories Booksellers i
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